This was funny in parts but sadly I found it quite a bit samey.
Finchley became quite predictable.And for my own tastes predictable becomes boring.
Alas I found myself skimming pages to get to the end.
Saying that there were moment that caught my eye that made me titter 😄

The sequel to Mr Finchley Goes To Paris which I liked and found the hapless character of Mr Finchley quite amusing.

In Mr Finchley Takes the Road Mr Finchley, Mr. Finchley takes a fancy to a horse-drawn caravan that he sees for sale, but his new wife does not relish the prospect of a caravan journey so she goes to visit her brother, while he sets out to explore the countryside and go house-hunting.

Received a review copy from the publisher and NetGalley. All thoughts are my own and in no way influenced by the aforementioned.

Received a review copy from the publisher and NetGalley. All thoughts are my own and in no way influenced by the aforementioned.

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Another delightful story by Victor Canning.

Mr. Finchley Takes the Road is numerous and keeps you reading until the very end. A pleasure to read and I highly recommend anyone who like a good mystery.

You can’t help but fall in the love with the characters and the scenery is spectacular.

Highly recommend this book.

A lovely series in book three Mr.Finchley decides to take a trip in a horse drawn caravan .Of course this becomes a charming adventure with situations only he could get intowith characters that will make you smile laugh. a delicious series#netgalley #farragobooks

In another world, where our government or China's (or maybe, wonder of wonders, both) had the least competence in managing the outbreak of an infectious disease, I would have been in Kent myself this week. As is, I've been reading an account of a trip there which is necessarily closer to the idea of Kent than the 21st century real thing could ever hope to match. But one which, having come out in 1940, would already have represented a bygone world to its first readers – and even within that, if we take it as representing the world a few years earlier, is still threaded through with its own laments for how much the world has changed. Partial ones, to be sure – Mr Finchley and the narrator, who are often though not always in accord, have little time for automobiles and rush, none at all for advertising hoardings, but seem absolutely fine with hot and cold running water and electricity in homes, and never to note any contradiction in that.

It's interesting how many of the things which ain't what they used to be in this account continue to be exactly the same nowadays, like the system arranged for the benefit of financiers which leaves farmers, so much more necessary, mired in debt. Or people complaining how hard it is nowadays to think with all the distractions of the modern world, like cinema and radio – just like they do now about screens (or at least did until screens were legally mandated as our only allowable contact with the outside world, since when most though not all of the complainants seem to have wound their necks in a bit, which is at least one good thing to come out of this). Just as they did about theatre in the Renaissance or writing in the ancient world; just like they probably did back around the invention of speech, with a disapproving grunt. For a book about the ways in which the world has changed, it's reassuring in a wry sort of way how much is still so familiar, like the ghastly child whose indulgent parent thinks the beastly behaviour shows them to be "So high spirited...like all great artists". Elsewhere, of course, one does wince, as when the Captain extolling the delights of the sea talks about how "You can throw your litter as much as you like but the sea'll swallow it up, and a floating tin can is an object of curiosity out here, not an eyesore as it would be in a country hedge." Or Mr Finchley's Hampstead house: "he could sell it for twelve hundred pounds almost any day". But equally, one can come across the rant "Stealin' my rabbits, eh? Steal my pheasants, too, if you got the chance. And a man who'll steal other people's pheasants would just as soon come into your house, cut the throats of everyone there and make off the with the silver..." and think, isn't that exactly the same spurious slippery slope argument as the noughties 'You wouldn't steal a car...' promo which made some legally purchased DVDs such a good invitation to piracy?

That particular gem comes from the Colonel, a species of petty tyrant who still survives in the countryside now, albeit not quite so thoroughly indulged by the law. He's one of the important correctives to what could otherwise become a polemic, as too when Mr Finchley visits an old blacksmith and, talking to him about how he misses the good old days, sentiments with which the book broadly agrees, is given a stern reminder by one with first-hand experience that the good old days weren't so good for the children working from 8 to 6. Still, those darknesses are seldom allowed to get so deep for long. This is at heart a comic novel. Only occasionally an uproarious one (though the scene at the parade ground is a masterpiece of the form), but mostly the sort in which we're sure things will turn out for the best. Yes, it does feel the need to include an intrigue plot and a kidnapping, just like its two predecessors, which is no more welcome for being properly foreshadowed this time – though that foreshadowing does in passing include one interesting linguistic moment, when a man's haircut is described as lending him "a slight shade of feminism" where now we'd say 'femininity'. That, though, is a distraction in a book which would have worked much better left to its gentle lead plot, in which office worker Mr Finchley, freshly retired, buys a canary-yellow dream of a horse-drawn caravan and sets off with a sheaf of estate agents' notices to find his family a suitable new house in Kent, meeting curious people and having mild adventures along the way. After his two prior adventures, Finchley has been reset a little back into suited drone mode, but certainly not as drastically or annoyingly as in the second book, which we can now see to have been very much the Temple of Doom* of the series. Reading about his complicated feelings on retirement while Britain is locked down was an interesting contrast, that sense of life going on without him exactly what none of us now have because everyone's lives are on standby, at best. But that bittersweet sense of a routine lost even if chunks of it can't honestly be missed, that hit harder than it might otherwise have done. So too lines like "It was a pleasant, stirring warmth that invited the mind to thoughts of the country and lazy scenes that lay so close in the summer's future" – if only! And even before Mr Finchley makes it out of the city, the hymn to Hampstead Heath; the slow horse-drawn journey down past Tufnell Park Station, down Gray's Inn Road, across Blackfriars Bridge; even, gods help me, the traffic jam in Holborn, are now things to miss bitterly and wonder if or when we'll ever see them again. But it's outside the city that Canning really lets loose, always capturing the essence of the supporting cast perfectly in a line, but then using that space instead with seductive delineations of country scenes, charming villages and quiet pubs. Which don't always stay quiet, granted: the wonderfully named chapter "The effect of cider upon social conscience" demonstrates the proof of a fellow drinker's claim that "It's funny how few people really have the right kind of head for cider. The only folk who can really drink cider are marshmen, Somerset men whose blood is mixed with the damp of the rhines and sedgelands. Cider can't touch you if you've got mist and rain in your blood."** For the most part, though, it's a consoling English idyll: dreams of the open road where you're still never too far from home; liberty without loneliness; tradition without inconvenience.

*Not just in being the weak middle of a trilogy, but in its occasional tendency to lapse from mild xenophobic comedy into 'you have to remember it was a very different time'. Yes, this one does have the very occasional awkward moment – like talking about "the age-old racial urge that had filled their forefathers with a sense of the justice and correctness of their way of life. Man belonged to the land; the farther he went from it, the stronger became its call and the more turbulent his discontents" – but nowhere near on the same level as a book which seemed largely animated by visceral horror at the notion of leaving a young English lad to be raised by the French.
**Which last bit would cover Vikings too, I suppose, and thus perhaps explain my own fondness.

(Netgalley ARC)

This is the last book in the series, and if one has grown fond of Mr. Finchley and his eclectic family by now, it is more of a treat than the last two.

Mr.Finchley decides to retire- it is not a decision to be taken lightly. In order to secure his family's future in a new place, he sets off on yet another adventure. This time it is meant to be a leisurely paced travel, old-world style by a horse-drawn caravan. I say meant, because yet again, as is in his fate a lot of adventures befall him. It begins with the actual acquiring of the caravan and then a horse. Then learning to 'operate' the two together. This is followed by all those people who find a great listening ear in him and cling to him till he finds it hard to get rid of them. He travels far and wide trying to identify the best spot to set down roots but there seems to be more sinister trouble following him at his heels this time around.

He sends out regular missives to his wife and son and gets enthusiastic responses. The icing of the story for me was the communication between them all, they were so simple but yet filled with so much! I liked this book best of all and it was peppered with profound statements as he contemplates life and thought and everything related to humans and society in general. It doesn't get too much because a couple of pages following these profound contemplations something absurd happens from a thief returning his loot, to a pig saving his skin, being mistaken for a poacher or even his horse enjoying music and posters. This takes some of the seriousness out of his thoughts leaving behind just a mild message. I would have loved the book if it was a tiny bit shorter but even with that being the case, I might just get back to it someday for the pleasure of it.

I received all three books thanks to NetGalley and the publishers but the review is completely based on my own reading experience.

Traveling England in a Horse Drawn Caravan!
Another grand adventure for Mr. Finchley! As he travels across England in a horse-drawn caravan he learns more about himself. This is a beautiful story that the reader can place himself in Mr.F's shoes and enjoy the journey vicariously through him. He ponders the wonders of nature, the nature of man and the truth of happiness. The story is fun and philosophical. While this book gives a glimpse into British life between the wars, it also shows it not to be quite the simple and easy life of family lore. I received this book for free from Net Galley and this is my honest review.

This is the third in the series although it is not essential to have read the others i think they help to set the scene for this one. This is a lovely easy read set in a time when life was lived at a slower pace. It recounts the adventures Mr Finchley has when he buys a caravan and tours Kent trying to find a country home. He meets people from all ends of society with a sanguine countenance and as in all good books of this type everything turns out well in the end

Another wonderful meander in the happy world of Mr Finchley. In this book Mr Finchley has found a unique way of house hunting, a gypsy caravan. And what wonderful adventures, people and scraps he seems to have.
I love these books, they are gently and never ceases to bring a smile on my face, and even the trouble he gets into, you know it is all going to turn out okay - and they do in there own unique way.

A delightful book with a gentle humour that keeps you turning the pages.
A real treat when you just want a few hours escape from reality. Well written characters and an enjoyable story.

I sure enjoyed reading Mr Finchley and all his adventures.

Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for making this available to me.

5.0 out of 5 starsVery good book!
June 19, 2019
Format: Kindle Edition
I really love this series. This final book in the trilogy takes you on a nice journey with a horse and caravan. I love the characters, the setting and the time period. I received a complimentary copy from NetGalley and the publisher and this is my honest opinon.

This was hard to rate for me. It’s more of a 3.5 stars. Thank you to NetGalley for a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.

This book was written back in the 20’s or 30’s. It’s very poetic and slow paced. Mr. Finchley is a simple man who enjoys each moment. He sees the good in all aground him, doesn’t get mad easily and gains back a happy demeanor quickly after getting his dander up.

In this third installment of the series, Mr. Finchley buys a caravan and sets out to found a country home for his family. These books take me awhile to appreciate. In today’s world there is an inherit distrust of people and we move at a super face pace, as such, it takes me while to settle into the poetic beauty of the writing the meanders like a slow stream. Sometimes I want to scream at Mr. Finchley for his trusting nature but then I remind myself to slow down and enjoy the journey which is when I found myself enjoying the book more.

This is the third book in this series. Mr. Finchley Discovers His England is the first and Mr.Finchley Goes to Paris is the second..
As with the previous books, Mr. Finchley goes somewhere ( in this book house hunting across England ), and finds adventure at every turn. Adventure of ( mostly ) and good and pleasant kind.
This book, like the other two , was written in the 30's...so there are no televisions, cell phones or faxes. No tablets or GPS either. It is a remarkable, relaxed, and good read, in which all comes to a satisfying happy conclusion.
I highly recommend this book simply for the subtle reminding that we all need to be a bit more like Mr. Finchley and take in the world around us and enjoy ourselves a little more

Though Mr. Finchley has retained his faith in (most of) humanity, his good humor will be tested by a few people along the way. As in the first book, there are some characters who happen to briefly cross paths with him then depart, leaving him and us ignorant of their fates. Some people are hardworking while others appear to be yearning for the dreams in life that they never seized when they had the chance. A few people embody the changing workforce as the new generation tries to better itself while the old stands and shakes its head, wondering what’s wrong with the honest toil that their forefathers knew. One man even seems to presage some of the issues bedeviling us today.

Later in life, Victor Canning wrote action and suspense books with exotic settings and I can’t help but wonder if he was already thinking about and plotting them based on the enthusiasm two of the characters display here for that genre. Most of the story is seen from Mr. Finchley’s POV though there is a hysterical and memorable scene told by Churchwarden – yes, the horse. A few characters from the second book show up towards the end and help solve a mystery and save the day. And in the end, the Finchleys just might have found that perfect house. B

I received this from Netgalley.com for a review.

Book 3 of the classic trilogy. Mr Finchley takes a fancy to a horse-drawn caravan that he sees for sale, but his new wife does not relish the prospect of a caravan journey, so he sets off alone to explore the countryside and go house-hunting.

Not as engrossing as the first two books, but a nice conclusion to the trilogy.

2☆

In this, the final book in the Mr. Finchley series, our newly retired hero buys a gypsy wagon and goes off into Kent to find a country farm for his family (his wife and their adopted son). As usual, he meets plenty of interesting characters and has plenty of adventures, good and bad.

But this volume had what is the funniest incident in the series. It's rolling on the floor hilarious. I won't give it away but suffice it to say that it involves a former circus horse, a sleepy driver, and people who are intent on strutting their stuff. Just thinking about it again makes me smile.

I'm looking forward to reading more of Canning's humorous novels.

In the final book of Victor Channing's Mr. Finchley adventures, our gentle protagonist is now married with an adopted son and just about to retire at age 50. As part of his plans Mr.Finchley and his wife plan to retire to the English countryside. This leads to him buying a horse and caravan to scour the countryside for a house to settle in. As expected to more adventures and escapades involving a series of characters and rogues do follow.

The book takes delight in its description of the English countryside and manages to fit in commentary regarding a romanticised past and complaints about the commercialism of advertisements in the countryside.

Like the previous two books, this cannot be recommended more highly.

In Mr Finchley Takes The Road, the third novel in the trilogy, the engaging and ultimately redoubtable Mr F. has a dramatic change in domestic circumstances and tours Kent in a horse-drawn caravan.

It’s fine in its way and if you’ve read Mr Finchley Discovers His England you’ll know pretty much what to expect: loving descriptions of the English countryside, amusing and eccentric characters, malfeasance vanquished...and so on. It’s enjoyable, gentle stuff and an easy read, but for me one book of it was sufficient, so while there’s nothing wrong with this one, it all felt a little familiar and it didn’t quite hold my interest.

I believe this book has just been dramatised for Radio, so it would be interesting to have a listen to it and see if it could perhaps hold my interest more - not a bad book, just one which I felt was superfluous.

I enjoyed the first of this trilogy (Mr Finchley Discovers His England) but I have run into diminishing returns in the later two books.

In Mr Finchley Takes The Road, the engaging and ultimately redoubtable Mr F. has a dramatic change in domestic circumstances and tours Kent in a horse-drawn caravan. It’s fine in its way and if you’ve read Mr Finchley Discovers His England you’ll know pretty much what to expect: loving descriptions of the English countryside, amusing and eccentric characters, malfeasance vanquished...and so on. It’s enjoyable, gentle stuff and an easy read, but for me one book of it was sufficient, so while there’s nothing wrong with this one, it all felt a little familiar and it didn’t quite hold my interest.

Other readers plainly don’t agree and found Mr Finchley Takes The Road as enjoyable as the first two books so don’t let me put you off, but personally I can only give it a rather qualified recommendation.

(My thanks to Farrago for an ARC via NetGalley.)