29 SEPTEMBER 1950, Page 10

Looking Toward the Sun Sun-dazzled, perhaps, by that evening experience,

a moment of Wordsworthian intimacy with the personality immanent in nature, I drove across country to Radlett, in Hertfordshire. The journey was enriched by speculation about the ever-changing aspects of that intimacy. The more one realises what factors are at work, both in the mind and in the environment, the more myriad those aspects become. Over them all one vast influence presides—the sun. The person who has any consciousness at all of the country-side must always be aware that he turns sunward as toward a source of life, of hope, of recognition. I know, for myself, that when travelling southward toward the sun I have a sensation of adventure, of well-being. And, on the contrary, I turn northward to an illusion of exile.