A journey you would never want to end, the way Leigh Fermor describes it.

‘Poppies scattered the green crops, the smell of hay, clover and lucerne floated in the air, and tawny-maned horses grazed.  I wished the journey would never end.’


Source: Patrick Leigh Fermor, Between the Woods and the Water (London: Penguin Books, 1986), p. 64

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