In a modern world full of pressure, we should embark on an adventure of our own On Holy Saturday, 1934, Patrick Leigh Fermor stood on a bridge in the Hungarian town of Esztergom overlooking the Danube. Fifty years later, he would describe his journey across Europe in his magnum opus, Between the Woods and the Water . Born into an established English family, Fermor’s father was the director of the Geological Survey of India and was knighted in 1910. His father left Fermor with a surrogate…