Aboard London train, having seen something of Grantham and my English relations. I feel that, at this time of year, it would be a mistake to spend more precious days racketing about in railway trains and exploring the Caledonian distances.
English people are incorrigible in their hatred of fresh air – now, in a small compartment, full, hermetically sealed, the heat unbearable. Most appear to sleep with their bedroom windows shut tight.
Walk March 