Despite my last review of a J. H. B. peel book, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and try him for a second time.
I came across this copy on the same secondhand book stall as Along the Green Roads of Britain and it is less ranty, until the very end that is when he reminises (big surprise!) about his youth and the British Empire. Besides all this, the book is too knowingly clever, too full of quotes for the sake of quotes, Latin for the sake of Latin, poetry shoe-horned in.
I abandoned this book very quickly. Its nothing about Roman Roads (note to self, read the blurb on book covers before buying). Its a travelogue where the guy meanderingly writes about the places he visits on the road. His observations. anecdotes and history is not that interesting to me, so I quit after less than 20 pages.