A lovely, and apt piece from “A time of Gifts” by Patrick Leigh Fermor,

“To change scenery: abandon London and England and set out across Europe like a tramp… All of a sudden, this was not merely the obvious, but the only thing to do. I would travel on foot, sleep in hayricks in summer, shelter in barns when it was raining or snowing and only consort with peasants and tramps. If I lived on bread and cheese and apples, jogging along on 50 pounds a year like Lord Durham with a few noughts knocked off, there would even be some cash left over for paper and pencils and the occasional mug of beer. A new life! Freedom! Something to write about!”