{"product_id":"2940014068383","title":"Thurnley Abbey","description":"Three years ago I was on my way out to the East, and as an extra day in\u003cbr\u003eLondon was of some importance, I took the Friday evening mail-train to\u003cbr\u003eBrindisi instead of the usual Thursday morning Marseilles express. Many\u003cbr\u003epeople shrink from the long forty-eight-hour train journey through\u003cbr\u003eEurope, and the subsequent rush across the Mediterranean on the\u003cbr\u003enineteen-knot _Isis_ or _Osiris_; but there is really very little\u003cbr\u003ediscomfort on either the train or the mail-boat, and unless there is\u003cbr\u003eactually nothing for me to do, I always like to save the extra day and a\u003cbr\u003ehalf in London before I say goodbye to her for one of my longer tramps.\u003cbr\u003eThis time--it was early, I remember, in the shipping season, probably\u003cbr\u003eabout the beginning of September--there were few passengers, and I had a\u003cbr\u003ecompartment in the P. \u0026amp; 0. Indian express to myself all the way from\u003cbr\u003eCalais. All Sunday I watched the blue waves dimpling the Adriatic, and\u003cbr\u003ethe pale rosemary along the cuttings; the plain white towns, with their\u003cbr\u003eflat roofs and their bold 'duomos', and the grey-green gnarled olive\u003cbr\u003eorchards of Apulia. The journey was just like any other. We ate in the\u003cbr\u003edining-car as often and as long as we decently could. We slept after\u003cbr\u003eluncheon; we dawdled the afternoon away with yellow-backed novels;\u003cbr\u003esometimes we exchanged platitudes in the smoking-room, and it was there\u003cbr\u003ethat I met Alastair Colvin.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47166382375152,"sku":"2940014068383","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014068383","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}