A few years ago, I was in an online book discussion group, and one of the members used to write posts about where her books had taken her each month. That person now has a blog called Musings of a Bookish Kitty, and has graciously allowed me to use her idea. I think it's a fun way to pay attention to one's reading, and I'm finding it particularly interesting in this year of reading just my own books.
January took me once to the Scottish Borders, with O. Douglas, and the rest of the month was spent in England: the Yorkshire Dales with Peter Robinson, twice in a Cotswold village with Miss Read, London with Winifred Watson and Virginia Woolf, and a Suffolk village with Sheila Radley. The time span was sixty years during the twentieth century from the 1920s through the 1980s.