Whatever you might have been doing last night (Thursday 11th), perhaps you should have been at St Swithun's in Walcot, where the writer
Robert Macfarlane was giving readings from his latest book The Old Ways. This is
the third of a 'loose trilogy', of which I had already read the second title, The Wild Places. This literature is about the landscape,
and is unashamedly romantic, drawing in particular from the work of the great
writer and poet Edward Thomas.
When Robert set off on the walks which he describes in the book, he took
a copy of Thomas's work with him; spending his nights lying out beneath the
stars; as connected to the landscape as it possible to be.
Robert is often described as a 'travel
writer', but that's not an adequate decription: he's a real academic (a Fellow
of Emmanuel College, Cambridge), and his talk last night was full of rich
allusion to literature, as well as being humorous, and humble before the
subject.
After the talk, the good people of Bath did
what they do best - they took ages to shuffle past the book signing table, each wanting to indulge in their own private chat, just like at the fish counter at Waitrose. So I went across the road to the legendary Star pub to join my mate Ian Parkes for a pint.
Half an hour later, Robert walked in, along
with the Toppings crew, so I got my signature after all, and a chance to meet a
really admirable bloke.
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