Sometimes a thing seems nothing spectacular but turns out to be just perfect. This delicate, slim volume – it’s only 54 pages – was published by Chatto & Windus in 1942. Inside it’s a through the year anthology of some of the most beautiful pieces of poetry and prose written about the countryside and the land.
At the beginning of July it seems reassuring to be reminded of the eternal variety of the natural world and how much more must that have been the case in 1942. Plus there’s the Bewick woodcuts, tiny but extraordinarily beautiful.
The Solitary Reader 