The stooping figure of my mother, waist-deep in the grass and caught there like a piece of sheep‘s wool, was the last I saw of my country home as I left it to discover the world.
Phew!
I discovered a lovely illustrated copy of this at a little library. Loving it.
#FirstLineFridays
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The stooping figure of my mother, waist-deep in the grass and caught there like a piece of sheep‘s wool, was the last I saw of my country home as I left it to discover the world.
Phew!
I discovered a lovely illustrated copy of this at a little library. Loving it.
#FirstLineFridays
@ShyBookOwl
pickTale of the authors walk from the west of England to the South of Spain via the London, with no means of support except his fiddle which he used to busk, living the life of the hobo, learning from other travellers on the road. . He arrived in the south of Spain just in time for the civil war to commence. Lee was a hell of a writer, whose prose for description of place and time and feelings, I would rate favourably with Orwell.
pickBrilliant.
Wonderful prose, such detail in his surroundings.
I want to read more!
Such beautiful prose. Such intricate descriptions.
I like 😍😍🤗🤗
Book club pick for June.
I've read a few about the Spanish civil war recently so fits in well!!
Now starting my May suggestion from the Penguin reading challenge
pickAs I Walked Out Midsummer Morning sees Lee's leave-taking of his village home in the Cotswold countryside and his entry into the bigger world. It's a transition from a rural lifestyle that had not significantly changed for hundreds of years to the modern twentieth-century urban environment. Having seen the big city, Lee wants to see more of the world, and we are therefore gifted with his wondrously brilliant sketch of Spain. 👇🏻👇🏻
#maylovesclassics a love story to Spain.
As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning | 
