Bernadette Hughes

‘ At last, over the rim of the waiting earth the moon lifted with slow majesty till it swung clear of the horizon and rode off, free of its moorings; and once more they began to see surfaces--meadows wide-spread and quiet gardens…all radiant again as by day, but with a difference that was tremendous…

They worked their way up the stream…while the moon serene and detached in a cloudless sky, did what she could, though so far off, to help them in their quest; till her hour came and she sank earthwards reluctantly, and left them, and mystery once more held field and river.’

Ch 7. ‘The Wind in the Willows.’ Kenneth Grahame