I posted last week about the awful dangers water can pose, rivers and lakes, lochs and broads, oceans and seas. But water can also give great pleasure if treated with respect. Afavourite book of mine is “Wind in the Willows” by Kenneth Graham
“The River,” corrected the Rat.
“And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!”
“By it and with it and on it and in it,’ said the Rat. `It’s brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing. It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing. Lord! the times we’ve had together! Whether in winter or summer, spring or autumn, it’s always got its fun and its excitements. When the floods are on in February, and my cellars and basement are brimming with drink that’s no good to me, and the brown water runs by my best bedroom window; or again when it all drops away and, shows patches of mud that smells like plum-cake, and the rushes and weed clog the channels, and I can potter about dry shod over most of the bed of it and find fresh food to eat, and things careless people have dropped out of boats!”
“But isn’t it a bit dull at times?” the Mole ventured to ask. “Just you and the river, and no one else to pass a word with?”
“No one else to–well, I mustn’t be hard on you,” said the Rat with forbearance. “You’re new to it, and of course you don’t know. The bank is so crowded nowadays that many people are moving away altogether. No, it isn’t what it used to be, at all. Otters, kingfishers, dabchicks, moorhens, all of them about all day long and always wanting you to do something–as if a fellow had no business of his own to attend to!”
Ratty was also an expert at picnics, another thing I really enjoy (unlike my husband who can think of nothing worse!)
Leaving the main stream, they now passed into what seemed at first sight like a little land-locked lake. Green turf sloped down to either edge, brown snaky tree-roots gleamed below the surface of the quiet water, while ahead of them the silvery shoulder and foamy tumble of a weir, arm-in-arm with a restless dripping mill-wheel, that held up in its turn a grey-gabled mill- house, filled the air with a soothing murmur of sound, dull and smothery, yet with little clear voices speaking up cheerfully out of it at intervals.
It was so very beautiful that the Mole could only hold up both forepaws and gasp, “O my! O my! O my!”
The Rat brought the boat alongside the bank, made her fast, helped the still awkward Mole safely ashore, and swung out the luncheon-basket. The Mole begged as a favour to be allowed to unpack it all by himself; and the Rat was very pleased to indulge him, and to sprawl at full length on the grass and rest, while his excited friend shook out the table-cloth and spread it, took out all the mysterious packets one by one and arranged their contents in due order, still gasping, “O my! O my!” at each fresh revelation.
When all was ready, the Rat said, “Now, pitch in, old fellow!”and the Mole was indeed very glad to obey, for he had started his spring-cleaning at a very early hour that morning, as people will do, and had not paused for bite or sup; and he had been through a very great deal since that distant time which now seemed so many days ago.
I want to go picnic by a river now! 🙂
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Go Ross, go! Don’t forget to take lashings of ginger ale!
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Makes me want to pull out my copy of Wind in the Willows right now. I can hear my dad’s voice reading it to me.
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It is a most wonderful story, it has everything, adventure, humour, characters, description, and great writing! There is a great English dramatist who reads it, he’s Alan Bennett and I had a cd of him reading it which I used to put on for my children to go to sleep to.
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OMG, The Wind In The Willows – story that all children were affraid of
brrrrr! 😉
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Really? I guess the Wildwood is a bit sort of… sort of scary! All those nasty weasels!
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the atmosphere was so dark, wet and heavy, and these animals which I saw for very first time and they (most of) weren’t nice that you could give a hug ;P
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I always think of the lovely sunny openeing with Mole’s first adventures on the river and picnic with Ratty!
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Mole in my mind comes with another title: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088604/ 🙂
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I never took to Adrian Mole, I always loved Molesworth, so anarchic
My father was a friend of the illustrator Ronald Searle
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Coincidentally, I just rewatched an animated version on dvd (I had the flu) … our whole family loves ‘Wind in the Willow’! =D
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It’s such a great story! It has everything, doesn’t it?!
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