‘In fact, precisely at this transitional point of its nightly roll into darkness the great and particular glory of the Egdon waste began, and nobody could be said to understand the heath who had not been there at such a time.’
From ‘The Return of the Native’, Thomas Hardy, 1878
SOMETIMES, I practise what I term ‘Method Writing’. I live, work or experience an historical period or literary work. I have, for instance, eaten nothing but a medieval peasant’s diet when researching the history of British farming and I once put Thomas Hardy’s poem to the test, walking behind a pony and harrow smashing clods of