A countryman’s East Anglia
THE literary journey of Adrian Bell, one of Britain’s greatest farmer-authors, begins with the opening lines of his most celebrated book, : ‘I was upon the fringe of Suffolk, a county rich in agricultural detail missed by my untutored eye. It was but scenery to me: nor had I an inkling of what it might become. Farming, to my mind, was as yet the townsman’s glib catalogue of creatures and a symbol of escape. The friendliness of the scene before me lay beneath ardours of which I knew
