This is not my first reading of The Camomile Lawn, although it feels as though it is. I certainly enjoyed it much more this time.
The views of London during wartime and the conversations on the way to a funeral years later are interesting enough but it is the Cornish part of the narrative which is the most enchanting. I wish there were more scenes in Cornwall.
The ‘lost’ summer of 1939, when war cuts short the cousins’ holiday is by far the most memorable section. But then I am also obsessed with Cornwall and times spent there.