And then he says, in some o’ those counties it’s as flat as the back o’ your hand, and you can see nothing of a distance, without climbing up the highest trees. I couldn’t abide that: I like to go to work by a road that’ll take me up a bit of a hill, and see the fields for miles round me, and a bridge, or a town, or a bit of a steeple here and there. It makes you feel the world’s a big place, and there’s other men working in it with their heads and hands besides yourself.’
