| Author: | Bernard F. Carter | ISBN: | 9781456778835 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse UK | Publication: | June 22, 2011 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse UK | Language: | English |
| Author: | Bernard F. Carter |
| ISBN: | 9781456778835 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse UK |
| Publication: | June 22, 2011 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse UK |
| Language: | English |
Delightful accounts and keen observations taken during walks and journeys capturing month by month the essence of the seasonal changes taking place over a year in the countryside. This eclectic collection of short narratives also encompasses some interesting character portrayals ranging from an impoverished tin miner, to an Earl and his family seat, along with personal recollections and a goodly dose of nostalgia.
These imaginatively written narratives have been likened to `a series of pictures painted with words' embracing such sights as a humble Dartmoor stream where `strands of green weed waved like the flowing tresses of a child running in the wind' to the sombre grandeur of Glen Coe where `dreary clouds were gashed asunder permitting a crimson stain to seep through like blood from a battle wound'.
This is a book to be enjoyed by all who appreciate the countryside and the treasures it reveals, if you only take the time to stop and look.
Delightful accounts and keen observations taken during walks and journeys capturing month by month the essence of the seasonal changes taking place over a year in the countryside. This eclectic collection of short narratives also encompasses some interesting character portrayals ranging from an impoverished tin miner, to an Earl and his family seat, along with personal recollections and a goodly dose of nostalgia.
These imaginatively written narratives have been likened to `a series of pictures painted with words' embracing such sights as a humble Dartmoor stream where `strands of green weed waved like the flowing tresses of a child running in the wind' to the sombre grandeur of Glen Coe where `dreary clouds were gashed asunder permitting a crimson stain to seep through like blood from a battle wound'.
This is a book to be enjoyed by all who appreciate the countryside and the treasures it reveals, if you only take the time to stop and look.
