I'm Good At Exploring Roofs. You Never

It Wasn't A Bit Of Good Fighting Grown-ups. They Could Do Exactly As They Liked.

Soon They Were All Sitting On The Rocky Ledge, Which Was Still Warm, Watching The Sun Go Down Into The Lake. It Was The Most Beautiful Evening, With The Lake As Blue As A Cornflower And The Sky Flecked With Rosy Clouds. They Held Their Hard-boiled Eggs In One Hand And A Piece Of Bread And Butter In The Other, Munching Happily. There Was A Dish Of Salt For Everyone To Dip Their Eggs Into. ‘i Don’t Know Why, But The Meals We Have On Picnics Always Taste So Much Nicer Than The Ones We Have Indoors,’ Said George.

They Lay On Their Heathery Beds And Listened To All The Sounds Of The Night. They Heard The Little Grunt Of A Hedgehog Going By. They Saw The Flicker Of Bats Overhead. They Smelt The Drifting Scent Of Honeysuckle, And The Delicious Smell Of Wild Thyme Crushed Under Their Bodies. A Reed-warbler Sang A Beautiful Little Song In The Reeds Below, And Then Another Answered.

The Secret Island Had Looked Mysterious Enough On The Night They Had Seen It Before - But Now, Swimming In The Hot June Haze, It Seemed More Enchanting Than Ever. As They Drew Near To It, And Saw The Willow Trees That Bent Over The Water-edge And Heard The Sharp Call Of Moorhens That Scuttled Off, The Children Gazed In Delight. Nothing But Trees And Birds And Little Wild Animals. Oh, What A Secret Island, All For Their Very Own, To Live On And Play On.

Oh, I Wish I Lived In A Caravan!’ Said Jimmy Longingly. ‘how Lovely It Must Be To Live In A House That Has Wheels And Can Go Away Down The Lanes And Through The Towns, And Stand Still In Fields At Night!