It’s high time for me to add this personal favorite to the site. In its eloquent, restorative pages Macfarlane narrates his paths along the ancient tracks that crisscross the British landscape—and even extend into and across the sea to other islands and continents. He rejoices not only in every stride but also in each of the myriad designations used to denote the trails beneath his feet. “Pilgrim paths, green roads, drove roads, corpse roads, trods, leys, dykes, drongs, sarns, snickets—” he writes, “say the names of paths out loud and at speed and they become a poem or rite—holloways, bostles, shutes, driftways, lichways, ridings, halterpaths, cartways, carneys, causeways, herepaths.” It’s glorious.
This book makes me want to wander all over England on foot, perhaps even sleeping in ditches. Macfarlane evokes the layers of England's history throughout the country – and how it is now part of nature. Crack open your dictionary! This book is oxygen to an Anglophile; I love it so.
Exploration through a landscape within the landscape, with lyrical and moving writing to entrance and inspire.
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