Chapter IV: There were apples all round

One effect of the multiple layers of reality, the children’s investment in their fictional world, is that it makes these descriptions of eggs and oars and hand-sewn tents seem so realistic by comparison. When I first visited the lake district, at about the age of nine, I saw no reason at all why I shouldn’t be allowed to spend the week camping independently on an island, and I was most indignant to find that the lake was not, in fact, uninhabited and waiting expectantly for my exploration.

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