Rating: 4 out of 5

Read on a week’s holiday in Wales. Only read it whilst it was actually raining. I loved the August - Kent - section the most. Possibly because it had some absurdities in it. And I like those kind of things - they make me curious. A nice thing to read when sitting indoors in the warmth listening to the rain beat down.

Highlighted passage:

Yet there’s something salutary about the way our best endeavours can still be scotched by something so simple and primordial as the weather: it keeps us in our place somehow, reminds us that we are still part of the natural world, and not above it

Originally posted to my Goodreads account