in transposing her much-loved Cornwall on to Scotland, she later admitted she had blundered: 'My horticulture and natural history is in every instance wrong,’ she wrote. 'There are no rooks, elms or dahlias in the Hebrides; my sparrows are wrong; so are my carnations.’
I find this article and whole topic so soothing to read. So nice to consider what Woolf was doing/thinking and to still be talking about it today.
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