Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

Like many other much-loved humans, they believed that they owned their dogs, instead of realizing that their dogs owned them.

There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.

Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

I'm convinced England's overflowing with eccentric people, places, happenings. Indeed, you might say eccentricity's normal in England.

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.