This is the sort of book I'd be tempted to classify as ""good tripe"". It is a blend of Warwick Deeping and Priestley (of Let the People Sing vintage). The story of a rich man who tries to escape the chains of riches for the anonymity of comparative poverty and the right to know simple people, to have his glass at the nearest pub, and to work with his hands. He stumbles into a succession of misadventures, and then lands on his feet, until he finds that his sympathy for the people who have befriended him demands return in kind, at the sacrifice of his freedom. A charming bit of modern fairy tale, escape reading for those who want to think of England as a land of quiet country roads and remote villages over the Welsh border.