In the canon
As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning
- Form
- Form Memoir
- Year
- Year 1969
- Pages
- Pages 224
The last Laurie Lee saw of his Cotswold valley was his mother, stooping waist-deep in the long grass, and then he was gone, nineteen years old, with a violin wrapped in a blanket and a tin of treacle biscuits. He walked to London, then took a boat to Spain for no better reason than that he knew how to ask for a glass of water in Spanish.
For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.
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