The Manchester Guardian September
The Journeying Moon. By Ernle Bradford. Jarrolds. Pp 224. 18s.
Trips and jams
By George Holmes
Lilli and the Hippopotamus. By Peter Beale. Secker and Warburg.
Pp 256. 21s.
Both these books tell about foreign travel, and both of them should
increase the emigration rate. Ernle Bradford' story is the more unsettling.
He decided that sitting in a London office was no full and reasonable life;
his wife agreed, so they sold their possessions, bought a small boat, and
lived on board it for two and a half years in the Mediterranean. That was
the first of many trips. Mr Bradford has An ability to relax and enjoy
things, places, and more especially people. Not surprisingly he makes it
clear that he thinks his way of living the best; there are traces of the
snob who knows his fellow men are fools. Also the philosophising, brief
though it is, is homespun enough to be a little threadbare. But this is
a warm, unhurried book and mercifully only very few pages are strictly
Peter Beale's journeys were by comparison infinitely more hazardous.
He decided to hitch-hike around the world - "for the hell of it." He was
almost glad to go and very glad to get back. He labours with too much detail
his trip across Europe, but from Istanbul east his story is often hilarious
in spite of some formidable setbacks. It took him months to get out of
Calcutta, where he put himself on the untouchable list by living with the
city beggars. Indeed, he left a revealing trail behind him across Asia
as he refused to conform to the "decent" standards of the Englishman abroad.
The sour taste is only partly hidden by the good humour.