Literary Movement – a review of Beneath My Feet: Writers on Walking
Literary Movement Beneath My Feet: Writers on Walking ed. Duncan Minshull Notting Hill Editions, 2018, £9.99 Beneath My Feet is an anthology of writers meditating on walking, intended to be ‘tucked into a rucksack’. Conjuring visions of hiking with Kendal mint cake in one hand and Wordsworth in the other, it is a wonderful assemblage. I originally wrote this review for another publication, but managed to miss my deadline by a few days, after which it seemed to go walkabout. So I’ve decided to post it here. After all, this particular gem may come into its own again, if Covid comes back to bite us in the Autumn. I blame Rebecca Solnit for missing my deadline. ‘I sat down one spring day to write about walking and stood up again, because a desk is no place to think on the large scale,’ she begins. As soon as I read this sentence, I went for a walk. It may not have been on a large scale, but early morning constitutionals, golden hour passeggiata, foraging ...