In a glass-fronted cabinet in the meeting room of one of the most ordinary office buildings you could care to imagine, a toad is looking back at me. It’s a toad I know very well.
When I was a boy, I’d sit in front of the TV, and slotting a VHS tape into the player with a clunk, on would come The Wind In The Willows, probably the most famous adaptation of Kenneth Graeme’s classic book that there has ever been. Icons of the stage and screen voiced the characters.
Richard Pearson was mild mannered Mole, Peter Sallis was the debonair Ratty, Sir Michael Hordern was the irascible Badger, and David Jason was Mr Toad, the chaotic aristocrat with a slapdash attitude to road safety.
