This is another book in my desultory campaign to re-read books that I liked in childhood and see if they stand up to adult scrutiny.
This one has some light-hearted satire on avant-garde theatre and useless philosophising that I very much doubt I picked up on in primary school that seems to be there purely to give an adult reading it to a child something to laugh at. It's a well written story mixing the "toys are really alive when you're not looking" and "talking animals" genres. It doesn't have the excitement or feeling of adventure of my real favourites from back then, such as the Earthsea books or the Dark is Rising sequence which is probably why it hasn't been a constant with me.
I think this campaign may now be over as I can't think of any more books that stand out in my memory from back then and it did not turn up anything that I thought was great. Good, yes; great, no.