"Winter Journey" is what the title leads us to expect, the story of a friendly man's adventures on the common road. He tells sympathetically, but often with a touch of quiet humour, of the people he meets and what befalls him by the way. With a good book in his pocket and a song in his heart, he travels hopefully; and although there are dark skies and rough weather there is a note of joy and the promise that every winter turns to spring.
Herbert Leslie Gee (1901–1977) was a prolific English writer, mostly about the coast and countryside of Yorkshire, his native county. He wrote under both his own name and the pseudonym Francis Gay, under which he was responsible for the annual Friendship Books (first published in 1939).
Here is a prolific writer and I hope to find and read more of his work.This is a journal of sorts about a winter pilgrimage he set himself, to go walking about the English countryside in winter. I found his storytelling a mix of Bryson and Dickens and he’s a wonderful observer of small details. A true optimist he is happiest out in the fresh air meeting new people. At times it got a little religious but I was happy to read on because the rest of the writing was so engaging, he is an ardent Methodist which maybe explains why. Regardless, if you want a lovely amble about with a friendly chap in a battered old cap, see if you can find a copy of this or any of his books.
Such a wonderful philosophy, that beauty can be found, literally and metaphorically, when the world seems the most dismal... so long as you open your eyes and your heart to see them. And that beauty is worth all the more for the times in which they are found. Heavy on religious references, and not a fast paced book by any stretch of the imagination. But well written, witty at times, and constantly full of hope and cheer and gratitude.