Place and Setting
It’s the sort of country I adore.
I’m a Warwickshire man…I know the heart of England.
It has a hedgy, warm bountiful dimpled air. Baby fields run up
and down the little hills, and all the roads wriggle with pleasure.
There’s a spirit of rare homeliness about the houses and
countryside, earthy, uneccentric yet elusive, fresh, meadowy,
gaily gentle. It is perpetually June in Warwickshire,
and always six o’clock of a warm afternoon…
Here the flowers smell of heaven; there are no such larks as ours,
and no such nightingales…In Warwickshire there are butterflies
all the year round and a full moon every night…What a county!