Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed / Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; […]

Yorkshire is a bloody beautiful county. ... there are worse commutes than Manchester to 'Sheff' or 'Wakey' or 'Tarn' across this landscape, past the tough and tender towns and villages: Tintwistle, Edale, Stalybridge, Glossop, Chapel-en-le-Frith and the rest, overlooked by sombre ridges, nestled in those scooped Pennine hollows, dotted by dark, shining reservoirs.

You English are always so frivolous, said the Princess. In Russia we have too many troubles to permit of our being light-hearted. per

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