Land’s End to John O’Groats

…quiet things, mostly […] I put on my high boots and set off across the downs. The sun came out as I walked the sodden hills

Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice

We spent much time touring the countryside, in sun, rain, or snow, following footprints, comparing samples of mud, noting how the type of soil affected the quality and longevity of a footprint or hoofmark.

Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice

Hence, she wanders the downs without a chaperone and remains away until all hours.

Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice

A small thing, perhaps…

Laurie R, King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice

Yes, the builder may have had some desire to view the sea,’ he replied.

Laurie R. King, The Beekeeper’s Apprentice

“Eleven years isn’t all that long to get to know a place, would you think?”

Cyril Hare, That Yew Tree’s Shade

“And some people call country life dull!” he exclaimed.

Cyril Hare, That Yew Tree’s Shade

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by

Robert Frost