Gerald Durrell moved to Corfu at the tender age of ten. A young man in the heart of an ecological treasure wrote a novel later in life based around his time there: My family and other animals. From the pages there are many magical lines of the experience they encountered before the outbreak of WWII. There was one line that stuck with me – I had read the book as a prescribed novel at High School; “Gradually the magic of the island settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.”