A Walk in the Woods

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

STAGE MANAGER:

Okay, stand by, everyone.

WOMAN:

Five, four, three, two...

At 52 minutes past the hour

on this Thursday morning, welcome back.

Joining me now is author Bill Bryson.

So, travel writing.

- I'm sorry, is that a question?

- (CHUCKLES)

Noel Coward once said,

"Why do the wrong people travel,"

"and the right people stay at home?"

(BRYSON SCOFFS)

Now, tell us about this

Collector's Edition Box Set.

"An elegant reissue of old favorites."

(CHUCKLES)

Riveting stuff.

Now, in your books, you've written

about Europe, Australia, the British Isles.

You actually lived there briefly.

Briefly. 10 years.

Mmm, but never America.

You've never written

about your home country.

- No, that's not exactly right...

- Why? Why nothing more personal?

I see. So you've moved back,

or is that just temporary?

No. Yes. (STAMMERING) My family,

we moved back. To New Hampshire.

Twenty years ago. And...

And we're still here.

"Still"? Interesting choice of words.

Uh, what else are you working on?

Are you writing something new?

No.

Not thinking of retiring on us, are you?

(CHUCKLING)

No, writers don't retire.

We either drink ourselves to death

or blow our brains out.

And which will it be for you?

After this interview, maybe both.

(CHUCKLES)

- Bill Bryson, pleasure to have you with us.

- Ah. Thank you.

(VIDEO GAME PLAYING)

CHILD:
Oh!

(LAUGHING)

(VACUUM WHIRRING)

- Oh. Hello, stranger.

- BRYSON:
Hello, yourself.

How'd it go?

- You saw?

- Mmm-hmm.

- That good, huh?

- Hey, Gramps.

- Hi.

- I saw, too.

- Oh, yeah? How'd I look?

- Do you want my honest answer?

Never mind.

- Gramps, I made it to level six.

- Level six? Way to go.

Did you get my message

about Earl McGregor?

Services are on Saturday morning.

Can't we just send flowers?

We could.

You two, hands washed,

dinner's nearly ready. Let's go.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

(BRYSON SIGHING)

Makes you think

about slowing down, doesn't it?

I'm so, so sorry.

My condolences.

Deborah, we're so sorry.

Thank you so much for being here.

It really means a lot to me.

It's our pleasure.

Uh, I mean, not our...

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Pardon me.

Uh, I mean, it's, uh, not a pleasant time,

- and it's not a time...

- No, we're just very sorry.

- We're very sorry.

- We're very sorry.

- I'll get my jacket.

- We just got here.

What? We've already paid our respects.

I mean, what else are we supposed to do?

Talk to people. It's good for you.

I don't like talking to people.

Go on.

- How are you? How good to see you.

- (SIGHING)

I'm gonna go for a walk.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(CHUCKLES)

(FAINT HAMMERING)

CATHERINE:
What on earth?

- You want to hike it?

- Yes.

CATHERINE:

Two thousand miles.

2118, actually.

No. You can't.

Why not?

Seriously, Bill.

Even for you this is ridiculous.

(CHUCKLING) Why?

Because you think I'm too old?

No, it's not because I think you're too

old, it's because you are too old.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, God, is this because of the funeral?

- No.

- What then?

Listen, I can't explain it.

Have a go.

It's just something I feel I have to do.

I want to explore nature.

I want to get back to my roots.

- Roots?

- Yeah. You know, push myself.

I mean, really, really hike.

(CHUCKLES)

Hike? You haven't hiked in 30 years.

- BRYSON:
Exactly.

- Can't you just do this in the Volvo?

Catherine.

What if I say you can't go?

Well, if you felt that way

then we would discuss it.

You mean I'll yammer on

and you'll nod away,

and then you'll go ahead and do whatever

you were going to do anyway

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