Steinbeck’s quest for King Arthur

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On the southerly ascent out of Bruton, an ancient Somerset town cradled in a basin of undulating farmland, we struggled through a bog of mud. A great froth of cloud threatened overhead, while a bright orange sun smeared the horizon with an incandescent pink. The air was cold and only the occasional birdsong slid into the silence on a bitter breeze.