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Evening Post, Volume CXXIV, Issue 108, 3 November 1937, Page 27

"town house." That sums the matter up. Their home is in the country, their true home; their house is in town for convenience when they come up for the season. And speaking of this passion for country cottages. I see that Beverley Nichols is selling his now-famous cottage, "Allways." It must be a wrench to parf with this pleasant goose that laid such a "golden egg." He admits that he has made over £25,000 out of it, for it was the theme of three of his best-selling books, "Up the Garden Path," "A Thatched Cottage," and "A Village in a Valley." He states'that he has been pestered with hikers and trippers and other curious people who have invaded his privacy, broken through - his hedges, peered over his gates, and he even found' a young girl swimming in his precious bathing pool one day. He is selling the whole thing, lock, stock, and barrel, that is the furniture as well as the cottage, except for some treasures that Melba gave him. One well-known writer in-' terviewed him when he announced his intention of parting with the cottage, and spoke of it as "jilting his old love," which had repaid him so generously in fame and cash. Other writers take I a delight in "guying" him, calling him the "Periwinkle Lad" and ridiculing, his profitable passion' for flowers. But perhaps there is more than a little envy behind all this. However, one writer concluded his interview with a comment on the fact that Mr. Nichols had brought some of his favourite petunia seeds to his new- home in Hampstead. "They will be like the children of his old love, and Nichols 'fans' can, if they please, imagine the exiled author gazing into the eyes of his petunias a-murmiudnJi-' 'How .like -ihain xooihonJA'' '