The hero of this story is on a quest - to travel around Wales in search of Mr. Vogel. On this journey, we meet new friends who help him. At first, I found this a tough read and many times I had to re-read sections (especially the anecdotes and digressions) and check out the many unusual words. Having said all this, I stayed with the book unitl the end (Mr Vogel keep me hooked - and I liked his companions and wanted to know what happened to them) and strangely enough, I was glad I did.
The boy had risen before his mother and was therefore magnificently dirty, mephitic and dishevelled, and a newly-hatched toe poked out from one of his tattered shoes. During the night his cold had incubated and he snivelled pathetically throughout the trip, his left sleeve acquiring a steady stream of snot which developed into a thick green slick by the evening. There was one advantage: the boy developed, slowly, a left-right rhythm between turning the wipers and wiping his nose.