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<description><![CDATA[<a class="highslide" href="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurie-lee/down_in_the_valley.jpg"><img src="https://picture.graycity.net/img/laurie-lee/down_in_the_valley_preview.jpg" class="fr-fic fr-dib" title ="Down in the Valley" alt ="Down in the Valley"/></a><br//><p>A moving, never-before-published portrait of the landscape that shaped the life of Laurie Lee, the beloved author of <i>Cider With Rosie</i></p><p>'Before I left the valley I thought everywhere was like this. Then I went away for 40 years and when I came back I realized that nowhere was like this.'</p><p>Laurie Lee walked out of his childhood village one summer morning to travel the world, but he was always drawn back to his beloved Slad Valley, eventually returning to make it his home. </p><p>In this portrait of his Cotswold home, Laurie Lee guides us through its landscapes, and shares memories of his village youth - from his favourite pub, The Woolpack, to winter skating on the pond, the church through the seasons, local legends, learning the violin and playing jazz records in the privy on a wind-up gramophone.</p><p>Filled with wry humour and a love of place, <i>Down in the Valley</i> is a writer's tribute to the landscape that shaped him, and where he found peace.</p>]]></description>
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<title>Laurie Lee Selected Poems</title>
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