4 AUGUST 1939, Page 32

In England Now In its perfect form escape can be

found in many places in Great Britain, oftener in England than anywhere else, and that in spite of the crawling cars, the bursting hotels, the suffocated beauty-spots. You have only to go a little way off the main roads, keep only a few miles away from the beauty-spots, be content to take the luck of the road in the matter of nights' lodging and you can still in these noisy days find peace and pleasant things to look at in England. For example, do you really know the Berkshire Downs, those pale gold-green hills that stand up out of the Thames valley murk into the sun and wind, where the Roman road runs east and west, an artery of a width that should shame the Minister of Transport, its noble length grass-grown these 15 centuries or more, still as plain to see as the Bath Road? There are places here, high up in that matchless air, where you can make a human holiday.