One of her books - this one set in the Pyrenees - nearly put me off her for life in the first chapter, when the heroine is served a delicious dinner, lovingly described, but the cheese comes AFTER the pudding, which simply doesn't happen in France, where you have cheese, then pudding! Okay, in 1950s Britain people weren't going to know that and might have thought she'd got it wrong, but oh, how it jars nowadays!

I have always loved Airs above the Ground, too.