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While the Toad lay in chains, summer slowly ebbed away.
Autumn changed into winter, longer nights and shorter days.
In the dying year’s embers on a day in December,
Rat and Mole walked abroad, heading home before the night,
But then Mole picked up a scent which awoke a strange delight..

Mole’s pointed nose twitched – a familiar scent which
He knew and loved dearly of old.
Its imperious call held Mole in its thrall
And cut through the frost and cold.
And all of a sudden his heart with desire
Burned with a yearning by one thing inspired.
The scent which had found him and set him on fire -
The scent of his home left behind.

The Rat was ahead on the road when Mole said
“Dear Ratty please come back awhile.”
But Rat wouldn’t wait - “It’s getting quite late
And home is at least two more miles.”
So Ratty trudged on as the Mole agonised
And pictures of home danced in front of his eyes
'Til at length he tore himself away with a sigh
And followed his friend down the road.

But all of the while as they walked side by side
Mole felt a great sob building up deep inside
And at length he could bear it no more and he cried
And he cried like his poor heart would break.

“My dear fellow” Rat asked “Whatever’s the matter?”
“You wouldn’t stop, Ratty!” Mole cried.
“I know it’s not grand like Toad’s acres of land
Nor pretty like your riverside.
But it was my own little comfortable home!
A hole in the ground but a hole of my own!
And one day last Spring I left it all alone
And I only remembered it now..”

Rat held the Mole fast and said “Don’t be downcast.
A misunderstanding, dear friend.
I wasn’t aware but I solemnly swear
I shan’t rest ‘til we find Mole End.”
And with that he set off the way they had come
While Mole followed on in the gathering gloom.
Yet though it was darkening Mole’s senses thrummed
And he soon caught the scent once again.

Rat watched as his friend wandered hither and yon.
His busy nose twitching as he hunted on
And just when he thought that the last hope had gone
Mole cried out and started to dig...

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from The Wind in the Willows, released June 28, 2021

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GreenMatthews Coventry, UK

Chris Green and Sophie Matthews play English traditional songs and tunes in a thoroughly 21st-century kick-ass style. Using a blend of ancient instruments such as cittern, English bagpipes and shawm as well as modern folk instruments such as guitar, flute and piano accordion, they breathe new life into material from hundreds of years ago, making it fresh and relevant for a modern audience. ... more

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