Having been on holiday last week (to Burntisland, which is neither burnt nor an island, go figure) I, at the last minute, thought I should get on with my Monday post before it became Tuesday. And that’s when I noticed that that part 77 of Letter to Enid – the one I’d remarked on being so timely, lining up with Monday 770, was not in fact published. I wrote it – I just failed to hit the schedule/publish button. Ugh, so close!

Well, I suppose that means I have something already written for this week, but somehow 77 and 772 isn’t quite the same.

Letters to Enid part 77

and

Peril on the Night Train (a definitely lengthy and perhaps somewhat inaccurate rant)

Last week’s holiday wasn’t terribly Blyton-ish. We did take the train a few times (but not steam) and we didn’t find any caves or likely spots for secret passages (though Edinburgh castle MUST have had a few somewhere). I also didn’t buy any books!

A long-ago holiday back when the blog was only a few years old, though, I had a very Blyton-related holiday.

How every part of my holiday reminded me of Blyton