I read this slowly; it's a book to be savored. Each chapter is like liquid poetry, very subtle, delightful to read any portion allowed. No context needed. It had a story and a flow, but they felt secondary. It was simply like falling in a beautiful memory.

In the Spring of 1990, a friend at college and I read aloud these stories, and those from this book's sequel, Dream Days aloud to each other, usually outdoors on mild sunny days. Simply because of that, I can't help loving these half-forgotten works of Grahame's, despite recognizing that long winded

A lovely blend of the reminiscences of Kenneth Grahame's own childhood experiences, fantasy, metaphor and ancient Greek Legends. I particularly enjoyed reading the chapter 'A white-washed Uncle'.

Mr Toad ("Parp, parp!"), Ratty ("There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats,"), Mole and Badger – most of us have come across Kenneth Grahame's 1908 children's classic The Wind in the Willows. The strands of the book are based on stories Grahame

"It was incessant matter for amazement how these Olympians would talk over our heads—during meals, for instance — of this or the other social or political inanity, under the delusion that these pale phantasms of reality were among the importances of life. We illuminati, eating silently, our heads fu