During his life, Henry Morton visited many countries, but invariably returned home, to good old England, where he so enjoyed traveling. And every time he discovered something new for himself and his readers in such a seemingly familiar environment - a quiet corner of London, an invariably charming English outback, going to sea on a warship... And he, a man of European culture who received a classical education, could not remain indifferent to the charm of Europe, be it magnificent Rome, always fashionable Paris or the provincial towns of the bourgeois Benelux. And wherever he went, he saw beauty and was greeted with a warm welcome - because he traveled with a love of life.