Country and City

I'm reading Raymond Williams' Country and City in my library office, and I realized that all my life I've thought of myself as a resident of the country. Corn fields, one-room schoolhouses, open land, and other farmer/cowboy identifications are suprisingly natural for me - someone who has lived their entrie life in the city.
I visited the country a few times as a kid and I remember mostly hating it, even though I loved to read about it - out in the country sometimes too. From what I've read of Williams so far, sounds like the English were the same way: writing about a rural England from their London apartments. What is this, corn stalk envy? A sort of agrarian psychic residue for city-boys? I can imagine some urban Londonite scribbling away while the Ghost of Feudalism Past prods him with a handful of chains - or a corn stalk maybe.