Ronald Blythe is one of my favourite writers. I read this short book in a single sitting.
Blythe writes and ruminates about the history of his old yeoman’s farmhouse in Suffolk, the previous owner of which was his close friend the artist John Nash.
This is far from a meaty book, but it’s as enjoyable as Blythe’s other wonderful works. As an added bonus, the quality of the paper in my hardback edition was fabulous—an increasingly rare treat in British books these days.
“…wonderfully droll, witty and entertaining… At their best Carter’s moorland walks and his meandering intellectual talk are part of a single, deeply coherent enterprise: a restless inquiry into the meaning of place and the nature of self.”
—Mark Cocker, author and naturalist
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