“A pedestrian seems in this country to be a sort of beast of passage — stared at, pitied, suspected and shunned by everybody who meets him… Every passing coachman called out to me: ‘Do you want a ride on the outside?’ If I met only a farm worker on a horse he would say to me companionably: ‘Warm walking, sir’ and when I passed through a village the old women in their bewilderment would let out a ‘God Almighty!’”
– Karl Philipp Moritz, Journeys of a German in England in the Year 1782 (Reisen eines Deutschen in England im Jahre 1782)











