I often pulld my hat over my eyes to watch the rising of the lark or to see the hawk hang in the summer sky & the kite take its circle round the wood I often lingered a minute on the woodland stile to hear the woodpigeons clapping their wings among the dark oaks I hunted curious flowers in rapture & muttered thoughts in their praise I lovd the pasture with its rushes & thistles & sheep tracks I adored the wild marshy fen with its solitary hernshaw
sweeing [heron swinging] along in its mellancholy sky I wandered the heath in raptures among the rabbit burrows & golden blossomd furze I dropt down on the thymy molehill or mossy eminence to survey the summer landscape as full of rapture as now
The novel opens at the Commem Ball at Oxford, an event that draws the brotherhood of Gerard Hernshaw
, a retired Civil Servant, Jenkin Riderhood, a teacher, and Duncan Cambon, a Civil Servant.
reached the dismal conclusion mid-way through his research that the later years of Burt's research rested on fabricated data.