I beg your pardon,' said the Mole ... 'So—this—is—a—River!' '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.'
Unlike Ratty in "The Wind in the Willows" who, in Kenneth Grahame's incomparable prose, will never grow old, we have grown old and have decided, most reluctantly, after more than thirty years by and with and on and in the river, to downsize from these glorious waterfront acreage.
The lucky buyer will also receive a special edition of Kenneth Grahame's "The Wind in the Willows", personally inscribed in faltering hand by me.
