A short account of the author's walking tour to Devon in the 1930's and prior to the accident that would cripple and, ultimately, kill him. This knowledge lends it great poignancy as his obvious enjoyment of the physical, revelling in not only his own body, but those of others can be seen as the idealised reminiscences of an invalid. It is well written though, with an air of being polished like a much loved memento.
(Clive Yelf - bwl 29 April 2005 ) |
