Walking the old ways as described by John Bainbridge.
Wandering through the quiet fields yesterday with just the cries of curlews, I thought of the line from Gray’s Elegy, which gave Thomas Hardy the title for his novel. I happen to be re-reading Far From the Madding Crowd at the moment (I recommend the Oxford University Press edition which has restored many passages missing from earlier editions). I hadn’t read any Hardy for some years, except the poems which I adore.
Far From the Madding Crowd – it conjures up a lot of images, particularly when you live in remote countryside such as ours. Yesterday, we saw one walker and a farmer, one or two more folk as we walked through a large hamlet. Apart from that, wandering through the landscape, we saw only a herd of cows and ewes with their lambs. A brief glimpse of a hare. Curlews and a peewit.
But Hardy’s Dorset – and…
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