I believe that all children should be surrounded by books and animals. - Gerald Durrell

The magnolia tree loomed vast over the house, its branches full of white blooms, like a hundred miniature reflections of the moon, and their thick, sweet scent hung over the veranda languorously, the scent that was an enchantment luring you out into the mysterious, moonlit countryside.

Here Sally’s hooves crushed the herbs underfoot and the warm air became redolent with the scent of sage and thyme.

you reached a small half-moon bay, rimmed with white sands and great piles of dried ribbon-weed that had been thrown up by the winter storms and lay along the beach like large, badly made birds’ nests.