Not much preamble here. The author writes vividly about the daily life of countryside workers - in the 1930s, so it’s scarcely ancient history - in the quaint country cottages that sell for hundreds of thousands now, once “done up”. Of course it’s beautifully written, has a lefty sting in the tail, and is taken from the estimable “Journal of the Sylvia Townsend Warner Society” .
