A Major Change of Plans
Today we had planned to take the train up to London. I was unsettled about it, convinced that London is worth a trip in itself, three or four days at least to see the sights. I imagined one hour at the British Museum would be more frustrating than satisfying. In order to see what we wanted to see, I envisioned an exhausting day ahead.
A few nights ago I was reading in the book I brought with me, How the Heather Looks, A Joyous Journey to the Sources of British Books by Joan Bodger. I came across this quote from the Horn Book magazine May 1941.
I asked Tracy about Shere and Albury, its close neighbor. I was quickly convinced to spend this day in the prettiest village in England instead of the metropolitan London. It was a lovely ambling sort of day, between two more scheduled “trip” sort of days.