Love of England: The Road to Little Dribbling

The roadAbout thirty years ago, my mother and I went to England to visit friends from Maine who had moved to North Yorkshire. Their cottage was just outside Whitby, tucked among rolling hills and a vista so broad that it seemed you could see halfway across the country. For me, it was love at first sight, and as our friends very kindly drove us from beautiful spot to beautiful spot, I knew I had found my heart’s home. This was only emphasized by the flowers—even the smallest yard had pots of spilling color—the wonderful tea, and the large number of dogs who were out and about with their people. Finally, England is the home of Shakespeare, Jane Austen, and J.R.R. Tolkien, three very different but nonetheless brilliant writers. How could I not fall in love?

For a variety of reasons, it is highly unlikely that I will ever return to England. But I can visit via books (and blogs!), and it was with great pleasure that I read Bill Bryson’s The Road to Little Dribbling. Bryson is perhaps best known for A Walk in the Woods, which was recently made into a movie starring Robert Redford and Nick Nolte. In the movie, the terrific Emma Thompson played Bryson’s wife, and in real life, Bryson’s wife is indeed English. Because of this, the lucky fellow is actually allowed to live in England—yes, I am envious—and The Road to Little Dribbling is an account of his traveling from one end of Britain to the other, from Bognor Regis in the south to Cape Wrath in the north. He dubs this route the Bryson Line.

But as to be expected from this lively, discursive writer, Bryson does not exactly follow this straight line. Instead, he zigs and zags his way through Britain, going to Wales, Cornwall, the Lake Distract, North Yorkshire,Ā  Hampshire, and many other places, touching bases with the Bryson Line from time to time. Along the way, he visits museums, walks in the countryside, and drinks a fair amount of beer. Ever curious, Bryson writes about the history of the many places he visits. Then, of course, there is his famous snarkiness—his acerbic observations and crotchets—amusing but fortunately kept in check. For this reader, a little snarkiness goes a long way.

While not without its criticisms—no place, of course, is perfect—The Road to Little Dribbling is in essence a love letter to England, and for Bryson, as for me, the countryside is his greatest love. At the end of the book he writes that he loves England for many reasons, but chiefly because of “the beauty of the countryside. Goodness me, what an achievement….there isn’t a landscape in the world that is more artfully worked, more lovely to behold, more comfortable to be in than the countryside of Great Britain. It is the world’s largest park, its most perfect accidental garden. I think it may be the British nation’s most glorious achievement.”

So well put and so true. I have decided that The Road to Little Dribbling is a book for the home library—I borrowed it from our town’s library—and I will be putting it on my wish list.

20 thoughts on “Love of England: The Road to Little Dribbling”

    1. Derrick, I certainly understand. But I don’t think I gave too much away šŸ˜‰ In my review I didn’t mention that Bryson writes about New Forest. Thanks to you, I not only knew about this lovely place where ponies run free, but I had also “seen” it through your photos. The wonder of blogs!

      1. Yes, Laurie. I wasn’t expecting you to give anything away. It’s just that I will eventually review it myself and wouldn’t want to be influenced by yours šŸ™‚

  1. Regrets, I have a few. One of them is that on my one and only visit to England I never got outside London except on the train to Paris. This books sounds amazing, and I think I’ll have to check out that movie because I like all three of those actors. šŸ™‚

  2. It occurs to me that the countryside is generally the best side of every country, unless of course you are unfortunately enough to have rich deposits that can be mined.

  3. I read this a few years ago and enjoyed it. I agree with you about a little snarkiness going a long way. Yeah, we must be cousins. ;-D

  4. Isn’t it amazing how a place can feel like home from the moment you arrive, and the understanding that it’s your “heart’s home” stays with you forever, even if you live far away. This is how I feel about the Rocky Mountains (I wrote a post about this very idea last year). Such an enjoyable post.

    1. Many thanks, Carina. It is amazing. And for me, it was totally unexpected. Was it for you?

  5. Great review and what a coincidence, i just discovered Bill Bryson after seeing and reading Walk in the Woods! I just finished “at Home” and i look forward to this one! xo Johanna

  6. So many of my favorite writers, from childhood on up, have been British that I feel as if I’ve been to England, even though I haven’t! It’s high on our future travel list but in the meantime, I’m enjoying blogs from that part of the world. I’ve had my eye on Bryson’s book too. I enjoy his snarkiness.

    1. I feel the same way. And the countryside, oh the countryside! I’d live there in a heartbeat, if I could.

  7. After reading your post and the comments of others, I think I must read this book. I’m a Scot now living in Lancashire. So have best of both worlds. I’ll now explore your website further.

    1. Yes, the best of both worlds. Look forward to exploring your website, too.

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