Charlie is well into it here, a lovely afternoon we are given to understand, and he goes on to visit and collect the names of the villages he passed through until it read like a shopping list.
Living as I do in the middle of this very scenic area I in particular appreciate his sentiments.  Incidentally, elsewhere, Charlie writes in particular about the tiny hamlet of Clayton Green, where it is reputed that the highwayman Dick Turpin used to frequently visit a particular cottage, for unspecified purposes.  Well what do you think ?