Hilaire Belloc bought King's Land (in Shipley, Sussex), 5 acres and a working windmill for £1000 in 1907 and it was his home for the rest of his life. Belloc loved Sussex as few other writers have loved her: he lived there for most of his 83 years, he tramped the length and breadth of the county, slept under her hedgerows, drank in her inns, sailed her coast and her rivers and wrote several incomparable books about her. "He does not die that can bequeath Some influence to the land he knows, Or dares, persistent, interwreath Love permanent with the wild hedgerows; He does not die, but still remains Substantiate with his darling plains."

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Monday, 20 January 2014

Welcome to Belloconia...


I have just added some links to quite a number of Belloc's essays (below the book section). It is a veritable treasure trove of Belloconia.

Belloc has something to say about most things and most of what he had to say is well worth reading. Even if you disagree with his 'Philosophy' of Life you will not be able to get around the fact that he was one of the great prose writers of the 20th Century. For that matter, he wrote so much about so many things a lucky dip into the Belloc essay pot would normally (eventually!) come up trumps with something which is, at least, mildly appetising.

So, if you are not interested in mowing a field you might well have visited Carcasonne and be pleased to be reminded of the experience. Roman Roads in Picardy may not be a travel guide priority but, perhaps, a visit to Delft might just lift the spirits:

''Nevertheless, I say that in this excellent city, though it is outside Eden, you may, when the wind is in the right quarter, receive in distant and rare appeals the scent and air of Paradise; the soul is filled.''

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