Originally posted on Plumtopia:
It is commonly understood that, far from representing a bygone age, P.G. Wodehouse created an  idealised England that never really existed. Personally, I remain determined to find fragments of Wodehouse in reallife, and last October I immigrated to England in search of Plumtopia. I arrived in time for a glorious Autumn –  my favourite season. Surprisingly, Wodehouse sets only one novel in Autumn (that I can recall). I reached out a hand from under the blankets, and rang the bell for Jeeves. ‘Good evening, Jeeves,’ ‘Good morning, sir’ This surprised me. ‘Is it morning?’ ‘Yes, sir.’… Continue reading The four seasons of Wodehouse