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In the English countryside, lessons for a city dweller

To understand who we are is to sometimes roam among those not like us. 

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When the city-dwelling writer stayed in the countryside, he felt he had entered a parallel universe - one that was comfortable in its own gumboots.

When the city-dwelling writer stayed in the countryside, he felt he had entered a parallel universe.

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In Rio, a fine espresso at a cafe. In Paris, a walk in the Tuileries Garden. In Oslo, pickled herring on a room service trolley. Morning breaks delightfully in the city when you’re on holiday. But wander to the countryside and the day begins with a distinctly unfamiliar tone. To be precise, with a yell and a rugged invitation.

“Hey, want to learn how to use the chainsaw?”

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