Of all the books that J B Priestley ever wrote this is undoubtedly a classic. Its subtitle is Being a Rambling but Truthful Account of What One Man Saw and Heard and Felt and Thought During a Journey Through England During the Autumn of the Year 1933. This establishes it as no merely pleasant travel book but a sharply observed and deeply felt portrait of an England essentially of contrasts. Priestley found no fewer than three Englands on his journey. The first was 'Old England, the country of the cathedrals and minsters and manor houses and inns, of Parson and Squire, guide book and quaint highways and byways England'. The second England was a much grimmer place : 'the nineteenth-century England, the industrial England of coal, iron, steel, cotton, wool, railways...slums...sooty dismal little towns, and still sootier grim fortress-like cities'. Finally, there was 'the new post-war England...of arterial and by-pass roads, of filling stations...of giant cinemas and dance halls and cafes... But what Priestley indentified most sharply of all was the 'North-South Divide' long before that term came into common use : in the South reasonably civilised and prosperous places in which to live; in the North places of wretchedness, decay and deprivation. And although there is bitter condemnation about this latter state of affairs the book is full of the common warp and weft of daily life, the determination of individual human beings to make the best of things, the diverse tapestry that was England in the 1930s. Priestley cast a critical but humane eye over it and created a masterpiece of social commentary that has become a valuable part of social history.