Little Grey Rabbit by Caroline

When I was young my favourite stories were the 'little Grey Rabbit' books by Alison Utterley, [I'm not sure if that's how you spell her surname]. They were about a little Rabbit who lived in a tiny cottage in the woods with a Hare and a squirrel. They were dressed in clothes and had taken on human characteristics and little Grey Rabbit usually wore a blue dress or a blue apron ove ra grey dress and Hare wore a tweed jacket and checked trousers and squirrel usually wore a yellow dress ii think. Little Grey Rabbit was very kiind and looked after Hare and Squirrel, who wre rather lazy and selfish and made Nettle tea and cakes for them and her other animal friends.
Everyday a milkman who was a hedgehog delivered milk to them in wooden pails; his name was Fuzzypeg. He wore a light brown jacket and had a red and white striped scarf around his neck. He had a son who was a miniature version of him.
There was also a wise Owl not disimilar to the Owl in Winnie the Pooh, who used to warn them if there was ever any danger by flying by and saying 'Te-wit te-woo'.
On the other side of the wood where little Grey Rabbit lived, there was a much wilder bit of wood. She and her friends never ventured into this part of the wood because that was where the Weasels and Stoats lived and they were very dishonest and agressive and a thoroughly bad lot altogether. Little Grey rabbit would always warn the children against them emphasising how untrustworthy they were.
In one particular story I remember that the Weasels and Stoats decided to band together, take up arms ,and to attack Little Grey Rabbit and her friends. The illustrations of them with sticks and spears in their hands, marching towards Little Grey Rabbit's cottage was very frightening I remember.
I can't remember exactly what happened but I do remember that Hare who was rather a cowardly, namby-pamby character in the other books, somehow saved the day and sent the Weasels and Stoats packing.
I really loved their little animal world; it seemed really real to me. I used to go for walks with my mum and brother and sister on sundays in a lovely park called South Weald. It was a huge stretch of beautiful unspoilt countryside just outside Brentwood in Essex.
In the middle of the park on the edge of a bit of woodland there was a little cotage that looked just like Little Grey Rabbit's house and I always imagined, almost believed, that she was there making nettle tea for all the others and wanted to knock on the door and invite myself for tea too.

I don't know how much of this is accurate as I've lost the one book i had. {Julie knowing how much I'd loved the stories gave me a copy as my 18th birthday present].