Five Go Down to the Sea: An exciting dramatised adventure

I’m being bad this week and listening to CD2 from the set before CD1. I can’t help that though as I promised to do Five Go Down to the Sea and I much prefer that to the alternative which is Five Have a Mystery to Solve.


I’ve only just noticed lately that to get the cover illustration to fit, they’ve used a mirror image of the right hand edge to add extra width on each CD.

The voice cast is my favourite group, which always adds to my enjoyment though I noticed from the start that Dick sounded a little older than in some of the other recordings. I’m not sure what order the recordings were made and it’s to be expected if they were done over a period of months that the cast would grow up and their voices would alter especially for the boys!

There is a solid cast beyond the Five as well – perhaps the best yet. We hear the Station Guard at Kirrin, Mr and Mrs Penruthlan, Yan, Old Grandad, Sid (but not Mr Binks) and the Guv’nor.

The Station Guard reminded me suddenly of Robbie Coltrane from the Comic Strip series. His voice a little, but more his speech about how down in Cornwall there is a fierce coast and hungry sea. It’s wild and lonely, not much place for a holiday. No pier, no concert parties, no cinemas no nothing. I had to go check whether or not that was in the book as I couldn’t recall, and it is. It’s even a bit longer – with no ice-cream barrows in the middle.

I was going to say it was funny how hearing it aloud sparked the recognition but I’m sure I haven’t read the book since watching the Comic Strip episodes anyway. Perhaps I would have gotten the same spark from reading it. I’m now wondering if those lines from the Comic Strip were deliberately copying that little speech.

Anyway, while I had the book out I noticed that the references to furriners (foreigners) are removed but we still get the charming line By Tre, Pol and Pen, you may know the Cornishmen from Julian. I usually try not to compare exactly what’s in the audio to the original book as I could be there all day – one hour is nowhere near long enough to cover every detail of a book. However, having the book there I did skim a little and from the opening chapter there are a few small scenes cut – Timmy getting a smut in his eye on the train and the Five nearly missing their stop as they didn’t realise they were at the halt.

I think it’s a mark of the quality of these audios that you don’t instantly notice all these little omissions. I know I’ve read this book dozens of times and I didn’t notice until I looked at the book as I had got so caught up in the story. I’m sure you might notice the odd bit, if a little piece was a favourite of yours but on the whole they do a very skilful job of cutting down and stitching together the scenes.

Mr and Mrs Penruthlan are quite big characters in both the book and the audio. Mr Penruthlan, true to form, doesn’t say a coherent word for the majority of the audio (as we know, he’s not got his teeth in!) He comes away with plenty of dialogue though, Oo-ee-oo-arr, being his first ‘words’, and then Meemukeyock, or, Buttercup as Mrs Penruthlan translates. His sounds are a bit more varied than in the book – where he mostly says just ah, ooh or ock. 

Mrs Penruthlan calls him Mr Penruthlan just like in the book and it’s quite funny to hear. She gets very upset later, when they accuse Mr P of being a smuggler and although she doesn’t box his ears (darned updates!) she does gives a good performance of being near tears and of defending her husband’s honour.

Mr P, when he finally gets a proper voice, is quite marvellous. He’s hysterical when he’s laughing at the end and can barely get his words out to tell them all about Julian and Dick in Clopper’s costume.

Yan is good as well, with his own distinct voice. Oi want to stay, he tells them from the start. His signature word – frit – is missing though.

Old Great Grandad is another great voice, he sounds just perfectly old and quavery. There was a level of menace and darkness to his story of the wreckers too.

Only Sid and the Guv’nor from the Barnies get voiced, the Guv’nor only getting a few lines while Sid has a very strong (and almost caricature-ish) Irish accent.

I would say the Five are better acted in this audio than in some of the others (despite being the same cast as some of those). Julian is particularly good at the end, sounding so very uncertain and apprehensive as he talks to Mrs P. We um, we think, that he must be oneofthesmugglers… Perhaps the actors were all a little older and more experienced by the time they recorded this story.

There are plenty of background sounds to add depth as usual, chickens, dogs, birdsong, waves on the beach, sheep, the Barnies’ wagons, the storm, horses… Timmy’s got a decent bark in this one and the Barnies music plays for a brief time. They even include footsteps and creaking doors in the dead of night and the sound of Clopper’s zipper being done up and undone.

One last observation – although a few things may have been “updated” (though you could argue they were just cut with the rest of the scenes that wouldn’t fit) – it’s still cigarettes and not sweets that fall out of Clopper’s head.

I really enjoyed listening to this audio tonight, it helps that it was of one of my favourites from the series I suppose but I really recommend this especially if you’ve not listened to one before.

 

 

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Our 500th Post!

So, this is our 500th post! In just over two years we’ve managed to bring you 500 blogs. How amazing is that?

I hope you’re all still enjoying the blog, having fun reading the stories and reviews. We hope we’ll be able to keep bringing you new blogs every week, but we do need some help as well! As you know every Wednesday we try and post a blog from someone else, a reader of ours or a passing fan, but we’re slowly running out of blogs. We know its been busy over Christmas, but now, as we’re at the end of January, I hope things have settled down enough for some blogs to come our way! You can email us on worldofblytonblog@hotmail.com, and sound us out for ideas and send us your blogs. Anything is most welcome!

Given that we have five hundred blogs to choose from, can you tell me any of your favourite ones? Mine was certainly our very exclusive interview with Jemima Rooper , that was just a dream come true!

Fiona tells me that her blog, Comparing Hollow Tree House and The Secret Island was one of her favourite ones to write, and also enjoyed my blog reviewing The Adventures of George and Timmy more because of the comments and discussion it generated.

Our top five viewed blogs have been:

  1. Firework Night- A Poem by Enid Blyton
  2. Dead Leaves – A Poem by Enid Blyton
  3. Series Synopsis: Famous Five, the short stories review part one
  4. Series Synopsis: Famous Five Books 1-3
  5. The Ladybird – A poem by Enid Blyton

Our top commenters have been:

  1. Chrissie with 242 comments
  2. Francis with 170 comments
  3. Pete with 44 comments
  4. Cathy with 30 comments
  5. Michael with 28 comments

So thank you all who have commented, it means a lot to us that so many of our blogs have provoked responses. Please, please keep commenting, we enjoy reading your views and opinions on our blogs!

I suppose I ought to get on with the week’s schedule now. So this week we have a reblog on its way to you, but you’ll have to wait until Wednesday to find out who it is! Fiona will be reviewing an audio book for us this week, and I will hopefully be finishing and reviewing The Adventures of George and Timmy. Will I enjoy it? Who knows! Come back Sunday to find out!

I shall leave you with some gorgeous pictures I managed to get on Friday from Bushy Park, near Hampton Court Palace in Surrey. If you head over to Two Points of View, over the coming week I shall be posting some of my favourites for closer inspection.

Enjoy!

 

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Claudine at St Clare’s

2005 Egmont, not illustrated, cover by David Roberts

2005 Egmont, not illustrated, cover by David Roberts

This is the fifth Blyton written St Clare’s novel (it’s sixth if you include the Pamela Cox books) and it’s certainly a roller coaster of a read. There are several new girls in this novel, a  higher number than before I would guess.

There is the honourable Angela Favorleigh, Eileen Paterson (the new matron’s daughter), Pauline Bingham-Jones and then Claudine, who is Mam’zelle’s niece.  None of the girls sell themselves very well – there are plenty of corners that need to be rubbed off, and this is difficult for the old girls to deal with as they’re in the fourth form now and are supposed to be a little more dignified. This does not seem to apply to tricks however, as the girls break their unspoken code about being dignified to play a smelly trick on Mam’zelle.

The Claudine of the title is Mam’zelle’s niece, and we see an affectionate side of Mam’zelle as she tries to look after the girl, who turns out to be quite a mischievous character. She is quite happy to go against the sensible English girls and do daring things to impress them. Claudine is rather like Carlotta in a way, she is happy to do as she pleases within reason, be fierce, and even go as far as to lock the new matron away in a cupboard.

I do find that Claudine and Carlotta are incredibly similar, personality wise. They also share similar temperaments, mannerisms, and a certain disregard for English ways. If I’m honest, although Claudine is an amusing and merry character to have in the form, I feel she is unnecessary as you already have Carlotta.

One of my small points about St Clare’s, a niggle if you like, is that  we never seem to see the girls we spend each book getting to know again. They all fade into the background. In fact I can’t even remember some of the characters I thought were really brilliant and well written, they make an impression but because you hardly ever see them again, or follow their development you forget about them. You only get glimpses into their school life as  the odd point to make the story stick.

I think this is one of the reasons I do enjoy the Malory Towers stories more, and that would be because you get to follow their journey up the school in much more detail.

Anyway, given the comings and goings that seem to be going on this term at St Clare’s, and so many new girls, I do feel a bit overwhelmed about it all. There’s another pretty airhead, Angela, who is Alison’s favourite, there’s matron’s daughter Eileen, and Pauline, a plain but supposedly rich girl. All have their own cross to bear and problems to over come.

Eileen’s is an over domineering mother, which makes her unpopular with the girls, especially when they suspect her of sneaking to matron every time one of them is rude to her. The begin to shun her, making her lonely and without a friend. At Malory Towers, Eileen wouldn’t have been left alone in such a way, I feel the girls were more mature and would have made more of an effort with her.

Pauline is another mystery to add to the long line of mystery girls that Miss Theobald seems to take on at St Clares. People don’t like her much because of her boastful attitude and soon her boasts unravel as the truth slips out, and Pauline finds herself having to face some unfortunate home truths.

Angela, the last girl is… well, there is no other way to describe her, but as a complete and utter snob. Unlike Alison’s former pretty friend, Sadie, who at least was good natured, Angela’s beauty only serves as a façade to her sly and devious nature. She thinks everyone below her, and won’t even talk to Eileen,  Claudine or Carlotta because she believes the former two should not be at St Clare’s because they have relatives working there and shouldn’t be allowed to mix with her class of people, and the latter because of her roots in the circus. Out of all the new girls I found the Honourable Angela the most tedious! If she’d been at Malory Towers, Alicia would have cut her down to size with her sharp tongue in an instant, Darrell would have lost her temper and shaken her silly and the girls would just not have ignored her, but put her in her place! If you ask me, Angela and Gwendoline Lacey are made for each other. I wonder if they met at finishing school?

Well this St Clare’s novel, although interesting, covered a lot of the same ground as previous books, stolen property, deceitfulness, midnight feasts, and much more. There wasn’t anything new, there wasn’t anything really that I felt I could connect to. I liked Claudine, but then I liked Carlotta as well, and they really do feel like similar characters to me. I don’t know, perhaps I’m too old for St Clare’s, all I can seem to do is find fault in it. I don’t mean to, I can’t help myself. Perhaps if I reread them, some of the Blytonian magic will engulf me, what do you think?

Next review: Fifth Formers of St Clare’s

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My eleventh Noddy book: Noddy Goes to School

This was one I bought in a big lot of Noddy books and unfortunately when it came I discovered it was a reprint, one of the ones with the different sort of lettering on the front. The dustjacket still has the same lettering on it as the earlier copies and there are still gollies everywhere so I hope it hasn’t suffered any updating.

Noddy Goes to School is the sixth in the series even if it’s the 11th one I will have read.


THE STORY

So as the title suggests, Noddy goes to school in this story. For me this makes me wonder if he’s a child or a grown-up. He lives alone and drives a car which suggests ‘grown up’ but much of his behaviour certainly says ‘child’!

It’s Big Ears that puts the idea into his very swollen head (more on that in a moment) when he points out that Noddy can’t count past twenty or read many big words. I suppose because he was made by an individual and arrived in toy town at least partly grown means he never learned a lot of things. Other Toy Village inhabitants seem to be born? Or at least start as children. Or maybe they’re made as children and never grow up? It’s very confusing trying to work it all out.

The reason Big Ears brings this up is because he’s very cross with Noddy for singing such boastful songs about his intelligence. In fact Noddy has become so big-headed he has actually gotten, well, big-headed. His hat no longer fits him because of it (though the illustrations don’t seem to show his head looking all that big.)

Noddy and his "big" head

Noddy and his “big” head

So Noddy dutifully goes to school the very next day (apparently it’s very easy for a toy of indeterminate age to enrol in Toy Village).

Unsurprisingly, he does not make the best first impression. When asked if he knows his tables he immediately launches into a speech about the table in his living room at home. Also, he’s sitting next to a young golly who’s already been cheeky to him so he’s bound to have some trouble there.

It would seem Noddy’s not as clever as he thought, either. His teacher doesn’t want to hear songs he’s made up himself and he doesn’t know Jack and Jill. The only thing he can write is his name, and not even very well at that! He can’t dance without kicking people and offers to bring the teacher her slipper without understanding that it means someone is to be spanked. (It seems my fear of updates is unfounded.)

Noddy answers the question "what is your favourite thing to eat?" by writing his own name.

Noddy answers the question “what is your favourite thing to eat?” by writing his own name.

He’s so disheartened by it all that he goes straight to Big Ears who sets him some homework. Noddy’s a bit too literal about the answers though – for example if there were three cats in Big Ear’s garden and a dog joined them, how many animals would they see out of his window? Noddy answers one dog, as the cats would have run away, which is quite clever in its own way!

He then spoils that idea by thinking he can take a shilling and go buy himself some brains.

Things get a little better for him at school and he creeps up from the bottom of the class. What a horrible idea that is though, having a list produced weekly to tell you how you did in relation to your classmates. No matter how hard people try, someone has to be at the bottom. Anyway, Noddy’s happy about that and struggles not to do any boasting as his hat still doesn’t fit him.

The school is to give a concert near the end of the book, but Noddy doesn’t have a talent for it. He can’t sing, or dance, or recite poetry, or quack or growl! So he doesn’t take part in the concert though he claps very hard for everyone who does. The clockwork mouse is supposed to present their teacher with flowers at the end of the show but he has a fit of stage fright and Noddy takes over. He doesn’t know the prepared speech but comes up with one of his own songs for her instead and impresses everyone.

He has become so modest by now that he doesn’t believe he shall win a prize at all, and watches all his classmates going up for theirs until, lo and behold, his name is called. He has won a prize for being such a dear little fellow. He’s thrilled by that, and, later, he’s even more thrilled that his hat fits on his head again.

Noddy gets his prize

Noddy gets his prize


FINAL THOUGHTS

Despite this not being my favourite type of Noddy plot (I prefer the ones with some sort of mystery) it was enjoyable enough. I haven’t covered every detail of the story here, but there are plenty of other amusing bits and pieces like Noddy practising his writing on his (washable) walls and a scene involving Gilbert Golly and a borrowed lampshade. It’s a nice, simple tale of Noddy getting too big for his boots and then learning how to be a bit more humble, so we shall see how humble he remains in the next books!

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 25

Chapter twenty-five:

A thrilling night

All eight of the men stood waiting, apparently for their helicopter to arrive. They had finished up their job, the marsh was fully drained where they needed it to be. They had drained quite a wide space around where they assumed the ship had sunk so that, when the surrounding marsh land crept in towards the ship, they would have enough time to get to it before it was completely covered again. Bill and his other colleagues had planned to give the men a few moments to settle down, and then they would run out and arrest them quickly and pack them off into one of the cars. Bill nodded to the five new men and to Howard. Raymond didn’t come into any of these things. He studied machinery and he was here because of that, though if any help was needed, he would give it. And Sammy was trained to be disguised and act as another person, he too was not involved in any action. To the children’s astonishment, Bill and five others leapt out from beneath the canopy and raced towards the men. The enemies were so surprised they couldn’t move!

Bill managed to grab two men, roughly by the arms. One wriggled away and was caught deftly by Howard who had already caught one of the men, Mr Dickens, who was scowling most unpleasantly. The four men that the children didn’t know had caught five between them. All the men were caught! It had all happened in a split second, and the children felt quite dazed! The children watched the men be escorted down the hill two large cars, which they were all shoved into. The cars raced off down the hill. Bill, Howard, and two others returned. Two of the men were driving eight criminals off to prison! When the men got back Bill hissed to the children. “We’ll need your help children, I’m afraid. I never thought this out too well. There were eight men waiting and there are only four of us. We need four more to wait with us, so when the helicopter flies over, the men driving it, don’t figure out something’s up when they only see four of us.” The children were thrilled! Help Bill out and solve this case! Who could resist?

The children clamoured out from the willow tree and followed Bill to the exact spot where the men had waited. They felt rather giddy! Kiki kept silent, remaining on Jack’s shoulder. All eight waited, looking up into the sky now and again. Bill explained what was going to happen. “When the helicopter lands, we’ll all step on board and Howard, John, Fred, and I should be able to handle this one. If we are struggling, Raymond I want you to step in. We’ll then take them off down the hill and put them into the cars. I don’t know how many there will be this time, so you children are to be careful and keep as far back as you can. I dare say this could be more dangerous than it sounds.”

Continue reading →

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Monday

Well it’s Monday all over again. We’ve had snow in Scotland over the past week, and it’s been very very cold. The best thing about the cold weather though is it gives you a good excuse to stay home and read!

We’ll have Poppy’s latest chapter for you on Wednesday, I’ll be reviewing my next Noddy on Friday and Stef will hopefully have finished reviewing Claudine at St Clare’s for Sunday.

We’re still in need of some contributions for the coming weeks and would be very happy to receive anything you feel like writing. It doesn’t have to be a review as we welcome fan fiction, personal experiences, art, poetry, and opinion pieces as long as they are Blyton related.

Despite the cold my camera and I did make it out over the weekend, both days in fact. (I still can’t quite believe I had all weekend off work, but there you have it.) Saturday I walked from Anstruther to Pittenweem (both are fishing villages in Fife) and Sunday I stayed nearer to home and had a wander along a snowy and rather frozen section of the old Dundee-Newtyle Railway.

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The Blackbird is Singing – A poem by Enid Blyton

Something to cheer us up in the post Christmas and New Year slump.

Here’s the New Year – now what will it bring?
Apples in autumn, bluebells in spring,
Pussy-palm soft as a grey kitten’s fur,
Poppies a-dancing then summer winds stir,
Yellow-clad fields where the butter-cups gleam,
New little ducks on the chattering stream,
Eggs in the hedgerows, lambs skipping by,
Woods full of primroses, little and shy.
Yellow bees droning in summery heat,
Early nuts ripening, blackberries sweet;
All these and more the New Year is bringing –
Really, no wonder the blackbird is singing!

(Write out this poem and then underline the first letter of each line. Read them downwards and you will find there is a message for you from the blackbird.)

Taken from Enid Blyton’s Book of the Year (1950).

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So You Think You Know Enid Blyton’s Famous Five? a review

I chose to do the quiz book this week rather than the annual as reviewing the annual would require having read it. And I haven’t, yet. I actually haven’t read all the quiz book yet but I don’t think you need to have read every single question to give a review.


SO, THE BOOK

I like the cover as it has Eileen Soper’s Five on the front, and a nice font. Even though it’s a shiny yellow paperback it still sort of fits with series, and especially with the two annuals that have come out in the past two years. Inside credit is given to Clive Gifford thought his name isn’t mentioned on the outside.

6I got this for my birthday last month and as soon as the other presents had been opened I was into it, and ended up going through the first 50 questions – the “easy” ones – with my family.


THE FUN OF THE QUESTIONS

I think all quiz books are best enjoyed with others really, even if they haven’t read a Blyton book in a very long time. For example we had a very good laugh, or at least I did, when I asked question #23What animals do the Five see first on Kirrin Island? I was deliberating between rabbits and jackdaws. My family answered sheep. And then proceeded to try and defend their answer.

Maybe it’s just my family that can make fun out of everything but we even found it hilarious when a question gave you three or more options, such as #35 Was Mr Luffy a teacher at Dick and Julian’s school, a lodger at Kirrin Cottage or one of Uncle Quentin’s scientist friends?, and then each person tries an answer until eventually someone gets it right (almost every time this happened they gave the wrong answers first.)

On the whole the easy questions were quite easy, or they should have been for anyone who’s read the books reasonably recently. There were only a few I wasn’t sure on or had to guess at. Most were very easy, like #2 How many of the Famous Five are animals? and others are made easier by the fact that in answering #2 someone will have no doubt said Timmy, making #12 What is the name of the dog in the Famous Five? somewhat redundant, but none of that matters too much as it’s just a bit of fun.

The majority of the questions in the book fall into the medium difficulty category, and these are split into 19 quizzes of 50 questions each. Then there is one 50 question set of tough questions.

Somehow it bothers me that there are 19 quizzes in the middle (rather than a nice even number), though in total it makes 21 quizzes which is quite apt. I’m a little surprised that the medium questions are so much more numerous than the easy or hard – usually quiz books have a more even distribution, but again it’s not really important.

Despite the title, there are actually quite a few questions that aren’t directly related to the Famous Five. I suppose that they might have struggled to fill nearly 150 pages of just Famous Five questions, so there are some on Noddy, Blyton’s family and life and her books in general to pad it out.

As with many quizzes getting the answer right depends on how good your memory is (assuming you’ve read the books of course!) There’s nothing that relies on logic or working anything out (unless you count the odd question where they seem to have forgotten to give  detail, such as quiz 10, question #21 is the elephant handler at the circus called Larry, Lou, Rossy or Lucilla? Ok so I know that it’s Rossy and they’re referring to Five Go Off in a Caravan, but I feel like it should specify the book. Even if that’s the only circus to feature an elephant in the series, it’s only fair.)

Flicking through the medium questions at random there are plenty I can answer off the top of my head and others I really don’t know, for example I couldn’t recall which infectious disease Wilfrid’s sister had though at a guess measles and it turned out to be right.

So, all in all this is a fun quiz book that I think any fan of the Famous Five would enjoy. Like I’ve mentioned I think it’s probably best enjoyed with others but you could easily test your knowledge alone (and thankfully answers are provided at the back.)


A FINAL WARNING

Unfortunately it does feature the dreaded updatings. So you might give an answer in shillings and be told the answer is in fact 50p, to which you absolutely may roar at the book in your best Uncle Quentin voice to tell it that it’s wrong. And then go check your copy of the book to check the right answer and end all arguments. Best of luck with that!

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The Book of Brownies reviewed by Laura

This tale of three naughty brownies was one of the Blyton books I owned as a child and somehow went missing. I remembered enjoying their adventures and the fact it was more of a saga than a collection of short stories, so when I saw a copy in one of the local secondhand bookshops I grabbed it immediately.

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The Book of Brownies was first published in 1926 and follows the adventures of Hop, Skip and Jump, who live in Brownietown and haven’t been invited the King of Fairyland’s Grand Party. Apparently brownies who play tricks like painting pigs green and putting fireworks down a chimney aren’t on the guest list.

These three sneak into the party by pretending, with the help of a ‘friendly’ witch, to be a conjuror and his two assistants. But it all goes horribly wrong when the trick the witch, who turns out to be wicked Witch Green-eyes, gave them results in the kidnapping of little Princess Peronel. Hop, Skip and Jump keep exclaiming ‘oh my goodness’ and enrage the King, who says that they should be saying ‘oh your badness’. He then tells them that they are banished until they can find their goodness.

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The three brownies decide to rescue poor Peronel and set out on their journey, only to end up in a cottage without a door. This is only the first of their adventures, as they rescue a mermaid without her tail from the Red Goblin, attend a tea-party given by giants and try to drive a train on the Green Railway, landing themselves in a pond and then in prison!

One of my favourite adventures is when they are stuck in the Land of Clever People for a long time. While they’re stuck there, they have to speak in a rhyme all the time (resulting in some odd statements), not giggle and answer riddles similar to those asked by a nasty character in the Faraway Tree books (‘why is a toasting fork’?). If they break any of these rules, they’ll be sent to the Spanker’s. The only way to escape this miserable place is to come up with something the Very Wise Man, the one asking the ridiculous riddles (which may seem somewhat familiar in style), can’t do.

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There’s also an appearance by a man who’s covered in pots and pans and has a lot of trouble hearing them. Yes, Saucepan Man predates the Faraway Tree books by more than a decade. He acts as the brownie’s guide for part of their journey and has to be rescued by the brownies from a castle made of toffee and the Golden Dwarf.

It turns out that all these adventures (and their sometimes surprising solutions) have actually been useful, when the brownies meet the Labeller and his brother the Bottler, who bottles up all the goodness in the world. There are three of these little bottles with their names on them, corresponding to three particular good deeds, and the brownies think they’ll be their tickets back home.

However, they still have to rescue the princess and start by creeping into Witch Green-eyes cellar. They are caught immediately – I’m not sure they even had a plan – but they are at least taken to Peronel who is able to think of another way out, with the help of a friend the brownies made on the way. I won’t give too much away, but there are a couple of small surprises and the brownies don’t have the bottles of goodness to show the king at the end.

I enjoyed reading this book again. Some of the solutions to the various problems Hop, Skip and Jump encounter on their journey seem a bit simple or convenient to me now, except for the task they set the Very Wise Man – it seemed simple but he couldn’t do it. It’s also hard to tell one brownie from another – Hop is a bit more daring, but I can’t think of any major differences between Skip and Jump. But the odd situations they found themselves in were still funny and I still loved the ending.


Editor’s note – This was originally titled The Enid Blyton Book of Brownies. It has also been known as Brownie Tales and A Book of Brownies depending on which edition you have.

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Monday

We’re back in the swing of things now, the new year seems a long time ago, doesn’t it?

So this week we have a post from Laura on Enid Blyton’s Book of Brownies to look forward to, and Fiona will be reviewing the Famous Five 2015 Annual or her Famous Five quiz book! I guess we shall have to wait and see which she chooses.

I’ll be hoping to write up my St Clare’s review, going over Claudine at St Clare’s for Sunday.

I think that’s all to say really, so I hope you like the frosty pictures, and the blogs for this week!

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New Year’s Dip: A St Andrews Story, chapter 9

“Anyone think it would be funny to hide Toly’s clothes?” David asked with a smirk.

“Oooh blimey, yes, but please can we get dressed first?” Darrell asked shivering a little as they jogged up the beach.

“Really, Darrell?” I’m surprised at you!” David said with a grin. “Julian and I would absolutely do something like that, of course, but aren’t you supposed to be on his side?”

“Not when he’s showing off like that I’m not,” Darrell said as they wrapped their towels around them and began to dry themselves down, huddling down to avoid as much as possible of the wind. As quickly as possible they stripped off their soaking shirts and costumes, replacing them with layers of dry things. “Quick!” Darrell hissed, looking over her shoulder, “he’s just about swum back!”

Julian and David smirked at each other and grabbed Anatoly’s stuff and made a quick dash to hide their friend’s clothes behind a biggish rock a few yards away. They came back and sat down with the girls. Sally was pulling out her thermos of coffee and the little trophy whiskies she and Darrell had got for the boys.

“Show off!” David told Anatoly as he jogged up the beach. Darrell’s eyes hadn’t left Anatoly since he left the water. She bit her lip and her cheeks were flaming dark red as she looked at his toned chest.

“Well, that was bracing,” Anatoly said with a shiver, pushing his wet hair back from his face, his curls having almost straightened out with the weight of the water. He looked around and then at their faces, seeing the joke immediately. “All right. Very funny. Where are my clothes?”

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The Island of Adventure – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 4

This week we’re on to chapters seven and eight (there are 29 altogether so this book could take me a while!) The earlier chapters were covered here, here and here.

My own copy of the book is a 1955 8th impression and the modern copy I’m comparing it to is a Macmillan one from 2001 (borrowed from Stef).


CHAPTER SEVEN: A QUEER DISCOVERY

As mentioned in part one, the title of this chapter has been changed to An odd discovery. 

The changes in this chapter can almost all be sorted into two categories – removal of queer and removal of black.

So the queers first, queer holes (in the caves) become just holes, no adjective given. How queer becomes how strange and mysterious and queer changes to mysterious and strange.

Sometimes black was just cut, and not replaced, so the black man was just the man, or the big black man was just the big man. One occasion has his black face turning into his sour face.

Sour also gets used instead of daft, when one of the children says that Jo-Jo/Joe is so daft and bad tempered. 


CHAPTER EIGHT: IN THE CELLARS

I’m beginning to agree that Blyton might have referred to Jo-Jo’s colour a little too often. I’d say the same if he was very tall and she mentioned his height as often, though. It’s not something I can honestly say I’ve noticed on previous reads though, not when I’ve been reading purely for pleasure rather than for any sort of review or comparison. 

Twice in this chapter the black man becomes just the man, and once he ends up being the jumpy man.

I rather think that they sometimes try too hard to keep the original wording in places, when they’ve made alterations. It happens twice in this chapter – first with Jo-Jo’s  black face looking as pale as it ever could look getting changed to Joe’s face looking as scared as it ever could look. Then again when Jo-Jo is rolling his eyes till nothing but the dazzling whites could be seen. This becomes Joe closing his eyes until nothing but the thinnest slits could be seen. 

Neither phrase works as well with the edits. Why would an agitated man close his eyes? It might have been better to just cut the references altogether.

Jo-Jo is usually changed to Joe in the text but on one instance here, his name is removed and replaced with he. 

Despite the cellars being referred to as cellars throughout the chapter in both books, in one use it becomes the other part of the cellar in the modern edition.

And lastly the boys become rather too nice when they head down to the caves, or at least Jack does. Originally he says to Philip: come on – let’s give [the girls] an awful fright, shall we? Now he says let’s give them a surprise. Not even an awful surprise, just a surprise. How goody-two shoes of him!

They still give them an awful fright, Dinah in particular and the paragraphs where she threatens to pull all his hair out, then proceeds to actually pull some of his hair out and hit him are left alone.


I’m going to count those as just nine changes. Although there are a lot of small edits, they’re all the same thing or close to it over and over. Sometimes I wonder if I should go back and count every edit just to see how many they made in total. Perhaps I’ll do that at the end of this book.

That takes us up to thirty-five individual changes now.

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 24

Chapter twenty-four:

Hiding places again

“The men were discussing the happenings of tonight, in I’m afraid for them, much too loud a voice for us to not hear. The marsh will be fully drained by tonight at two o’clock sharp, when all the men will have to do is take a helicopter out over the land to look for the ship. They will land, search for the treasure and anything else of value, and fly off to America where they will sell all their goods! We seemed to have speeded up their process, for they had not planned to do this until tomorrow night, but they have been working all day and have asked some more men in on this trick to fly the helicopter over tonight. It will land on the top of the hill, and fly off. A good plan, but not good enough for us!” Bill said. The boys felt rather ashamed. All that going on and they never heard a word of it!

Bill hadn’t meant to embarrass the two boys and thumped them on the backs. “You both did a great job down there, though.”

“So what are we going to do tonight, Bill?” asked Dinah, suddenly.

“We’re planning to lie in wait for the helicopter and when the men all arrive, we’ll arrest them, and the men in the helicopter, too. Something tells me it wont be as easy as all that though, so things might get a bit dangerous. You are to stay right back, see? You can watch the fun, but that’s all. We’ll need a few more of my work colleagues, so I’m off to get them now. Coming?”

The children were, and of course Kiki the parrot. They walked down the hill, talking nineteen to the dozen about the exciting night which lay ahead of them. They reached the village of Lowfell at last, and stopped at the little garage there. The garage keeper was there. The children hadn’t seen him before. He was a short fellow, who wore rather dirty overalls and had all sorts of tools in his pockets. He wore a red cap on one side of his head. The children thought he would be hardly able to walk with all the weight in his pockets! Bill said a few words to the man, who ran lightly over to a black, sleek car and handed Bill the keys. Bill nodded to him, and told the children to hop in. Raymond and Howard had stayed behind and were sitting in the little dairy.

Jack, Philip and Dinah piled in the back of the car, and Lucy-Ann slipped in the front, next to Bill. Bill reversed the car out of the garage and headed out of the little village. Off they drove, along a quiet, narrow, country lane. When they reached the village where Bill’s base was, he told them to go to the little dairy and get five large ice creams and he would join them in a minute.

The children slipped over the road and walked into the dairy. A woman was cleaning up the little tables, and she smiled at them. She was a plump little woman, and wore an apron that hardly fitted her. Her hair was bundled up in neat buns on top of her head, and her face was round and jolly. “Now what would four hungry children like on this very hot afternoon?” she said, beaming at them. “Four extra big glasses of lemonade…or perhaps ginger beer? The biggest ice creams in the shop, or how abouts a frozen lolly?” she asked in a sing song voice.

“We’ll have five ginger beers, and five ice creams please!” the children said, after much discussion.

“Now I haven’t seen your faces ‘ere before, ‘ave I? You just visiting?” she asked, as she brought the little tray of ginger beers and ice cream over.

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First Monday of 2015

Happy New Year to all our lovely readers! Thank you all for visiting and reading the blog over the past year and thank you again if you took the time to comment or send us something to publish. We had an excellent year in 2014 and the WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for us again.

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 54,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 20 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

And you can see more random facts (and maybe your name if you commented a lot) here.

We’re going to kick off the new year with the next chapter of Poppy’s Adventure Series fan fiction, which is drawing to a close. I’m going to get back to what I’ve been promising for a few weeks and compare another few chapters of The Island of Adventure before I start digging into my birthday and Christmas presents to review them. And Stef is planning to review the next St Clare’s book for us.

Just as a side note, apart from Poppy’s fic which only has a few chapters to go we don’t have anything else in our arsenal for our upcoming Wednesday slots. If you’ve ever thought about sitting down and penning (or indeed keying) something for us, now would be an excellent time!

Begging over (for now) I’ll leave you with a few photos from Christmas and New Year.

I had this all written and scheduled nice and early for once, but I’m back editing it now as we’ve had a nice surprise to start the year with. We’ve just beaten our record for daily page views! It had been sitting at 319 since last January when we published our interview with Jemima Rooper, but today we’ve hit 322 (and counting?)

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New Year’s Dip: A St Andrews Story, chapter 8

Darrell rolled over as the alarm went off at half-past six and shut it off with a yawn. She chucked a pillow at Sally. “Wake up! Dipping time.”

Sally cuddled deeper into her bed and groaned. “Darrell you’re mean. We only just went to bed!”

“Well the cold water will wake you up nicely,” Darrell retorted, rubbing her eyes as she forced herself to sit up, shivering a little at the cool air in the room.

Sally cuddled deeper into her blankets. “Why did I agree to do this? I mean even at Malory Towers we wouldn’t have been so fool hardy!”

Darrell, stubborn and determined as always, threw off her covers and got up, grabbing Sally’s and hauling them off the bed. “Miss Grayling wouldn’t have let us take a dip at this time of year even if we had been at school on New Year’s Day,” she pointed out. “Now, are you going to let the boys show us up?”

“You and your competitive streak!” Sally said, sitting up bleary eyed. She got up and shivered in the cold room and hurried around, dressing with her swimsuit under her clothes. She pulled on a pair of nylon trousers to keep herself a little warmer in the snow, and then pulled on Julian’s rugby shirt. She pulled a couple of jumpers on over the top, and packed her spare rugby shirt, brush, towel and swim hat into her rucksack. “Shall I go and make the coffee Darrell?”

“Yes please,” Darrell replied, grinning at Sally’s efficiency. She had her costume on, and Anatoly’s rugby shirt, but she’d gotten rather distracted by the way it smelled of him and was only now pulling on her thick tights, planning to tuck the top into a warm skirt.

Sally nodded and hurried outside. She stood waiting for the kettle with their thermos and wrapped her arms around herself and buried her face in the collar of Julian’s shirt, smelling the sweet soapy smell of him and the smell of his aftershave. She bit her lip and made up her mind to find out what his aftershave was so that she could get him some for his birthday.

She made the coffee in the flask and slipped back into the room. “Have you got the whisky bottles Darrell? Shame we didn’t get two small ones for us as well isn’t it?”

“They’re in my bedside drawer,” she said, nodding her head in that direction. She stood, her boots tightly laced on her feet and gave Sally a little twirl. “New fashion, do you think?” she asked teasingly.

“Very fetching,” Sally said with a smile. “No wonder Anatoly’s smitten!”

Darrell stuck her tongue out at Sally and pulled on a thick cardigan and then wrapped a scarf around her neck. She shoved a jumper, towel, comb and her bathing cap into a tote bag and reached for her coat. “All ready?”

“I am if you are,” Sally said with a smile. “Got your keys?”

Darrell looked around and then snatched them up triumphantly from the dressing table. “I do now!”

Sally shook her head and laughed, following Darrell out. They hurried down the stairs and along the road to St Salvator’s. They waited outside for a while for the boys, stamping their feet in their snow boots to keep warm. “There’s no way to get hold of them if they’ve not woken up, this is the only thing,” Sally mused.

“You’d think at least one of them would have woken up by now,” Darrell grumbled, wrapping her arms around herself.

Just as she grumbled, David stuck his head out of his window. “Sorry girls!” he called as Sally carefully began gathering some snow. “Alarms weren’t set and things, and Julian and Pilks are still getting ready. I’ll come down and let you in if you’ll let me have a moment?”

“I suppose we could allow you that,” Darrell called back. “But don’t be long, it’s freezing out here!”

“Otherwise you’ll get a snowball in the face!” Sally called, standing up with her snowball.

“I said I was coming didn’t I?” David called back, disappearing from the window in a hurry.

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2014 birthday and Christmas present round up

As with last year I got spoiled on my birthday and at Christmas and managed to amass a pile of Blyton-themed gifts. Most of these will end up having blogs of their own as I read/listen and review them later but for now here’s a quick look at what I got.


1. The Famous Five Story Collection on CD

2. Pea’s Book of Holidays by Susie Day

3. Five Fall Into Adventure & Five Get Into Trouble on CD

4. The Famous Five Annual 2015

5. Enid Blyton’s Christmas Stories

6. So You Think You Know the Famous Five? by Clive Gifford

7. Five Have a Mystery to Solve & Five Go Down to the Sea on CD

8. The Amelia Jane Bumper Book


I asked for all of these things with the exception of the Christmas Story collection which my Mum spotted and asked if I’d like. I’m looking forward to having a proper read or listen to all of these but I suspect I will try and spread them out so I can use them for the blog as well.

The Amelia Jane book should be particularly interesting as there’s really nothing online about what it contains or how it came about.

There was some confusion on Christmas day though, as I opened the first of the CDs from my parents. My sister looked terribly worried and pretty much let on that she’d bought me a CD and worried it was the same one. I then opened another CD from my partner (who had been equally but more quietly worried.) The Story Collection and the Mystery to Solve/Down to the Sea covers are reasonably similar and have a blueish band across the top so I can understand the worry, and then I opened my sister’s CD which has the red band across the top and a non-sea background. She was relieved.

You might be wondering about number two, and how that is connected to Blyton, but it does have reason to be there.

Pea can’t wait for the summer holidays to start! Clover’s spending the summer at Theatre Camp, Mum’s staying home to write – and Pea and Tink are heading off on an Enid Blytonish camping trip.

There was one last Blyton gift I got, but as it wasn’t a book or CD I thought I should have it separately here.

Yes, those are earring books. Or book earrings. They even have (blank) pages. I should have taken a picture of the back as they have the full dustjacket reproduced in miniature.

I hope you all got what you wanted for Christmas, Blyton goodies included of course.

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New Year’s Dip: A St Andrews Story, chapter 7

Last time the girls did some shopping and the New Years bells sounded.


Darrell had sat down on Anatoly’s other side after saying goodnight to David, and she noticed his slight wince as he put his arm around her again. “Is your shoulder bothering you still Toly?” she asked quietly.

Anatoly nodded sheepishly. “It seems to have been aggravated by the swing boat ride earlier. Julian does not look like he is fairing too well with his shoulder, are you Ju?”

Sally turned to look at Julian who was trying to roll his shoulder without her noticing.  She sat up from his embrace and faced him. “Did you want me to rub some arnica into it like I promised dear?”

Julian thought that sounded nice, but he felt it might be a little improper, so he shrugged and immediately regretted it. “You wouldn’t mind?” he asked her.

“I wouldn’t offer if I minded, and I promised I would earlier,” Sally said with a smile. “Now my next question is, do you have an arnica?”

“I do… somewhere,” Julian admitted. “My mother insisted I bring some in case of further rugby injuries.”

Sally smiled and pulled away from him, “You better go and get it then!”

Anatoly sat back, trying to look nonchalant with his aching shoulder as Julian and Sally agreed that Sally could rub his shoulder. He didn’t want to suggest it to Darrell, in case it put her off, but he would have quite liked to as for something similar. A shoulder massage from his lovely girlfriend would be just the thing to ease his shoulder, here in the fire light. Stupidly enough however he found himself too nervous to ask her, in case she would be appalled.

“Aye aye,” Julian said, getting up and loping off. He was glad he was fit, as otherwise it would be a pain to have to climb to the fourth floor every time he had to go to his room. He let himself into his room and raked about a bit, finding the glass bottle after a few minutes and heading down to the common room again. “Here you go,” he said, handing the bottle to Sally who had moved to sit on the chair, the ottoman in front of her.

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Last Week of 2014, Last Monday Post

This is our last Monday post of 2014, as the year ends on Wednesday! All I can say is that this year has gone very quickly and it all seems to have flown past. We have gone from strength to strength this year and I just want to do a quick shout out to everyone who has read what we’ve posted, everyone who’s sent us something to publish and everyone’s continued support.

Long may it all continue well into 2015 and beyond.

Our plans this week are to either bring you the next section of Poppy’s Marsh of Adventure or a poem on Wednesday. Fiona is down to do a ‘presents round up’ in which no doubt she will tell us what Blyton/bookish goodies she got for her birthday and Christmas this year (I unfortunately was rather lacking in Blyton goodies this year! I had a Doctor Who theme however…)

I am at a loose end however, and should really be bringing you the next St Clare’s book, but we’ll have to see how it goes! Anyway! See you in 2015 Blytonites!

 

Winters Morning Frost

Winters Morning Frost

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The First Christmas

Until I came across this book in Alton a few weeks ago, when I was book shopping with Francis, I don’t think I was aware of it. I knew of course that Blyton had some retellings of Bible stories under her name, but for some reason this singular story didn’t occur to me.

I brought it for the sole purpose of blogging about it today, reviewing the story and the pictures and admiring her retelling.

The story is a simple one, meant for children. As we know, Blyton taught in a Sunday school before she became a teacher and would often have to pass on these stories to the children, so you get the feeling that it is a story she knows well, and has tried to be as true to the Bible’s telling of it as possible.

At 64 pages it is a short book for an adult but maybe long for a child of the age, 3 to 7 perhaps, that it’s aimed at. However when you start reading the book, its clear that it is only this long because the words are big, which would obviously encourage children to read.

The retelling of the first Christmas is nothing new to me, and the story here is as I would imagine to find any other retelling. There are not too many of Blyton’s usual quirks in the script and it reads as a preacher would tell it to children. It would be hard for there to be any, as there is no doubt there could be little to add to such a story without taking away the simpleness and goodness, and joy of the new King, Jesus.

There are colour plates in this book, to help illustrate the story, by a chap called Paul Henning, who I’m not sure I’ve come across before. At first glance his pictures seem very artistic, simple lines and bold colours, but as I read on, I became more aware that the pictures seemed to be puppet characters, set up and moved around to make the scene up. This rather took some of the magic from it.

Anyway it is a nice little book, good for explaining where Christmas came from to a child, and helping them engage in the magic of the season. I do hope that I will get a chance someday to read it to  someone and help them understand Christmas. Fiona, you have been warned!

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New Year’s Dip: A St Andrews Story, chapter 6

Last time Julian and Anatoly competed on the swing boats and the group tried haggis.

“Honestly,” Darrell said to Sally, “you’d think they were all five years old the way they carry on sometimes.”

“Aren’t they?” Sally asked with a smirk. “They’re such… such… boys!” she finished with a laugh. She squeezed Darrell’s arm as they walked. “I’m glad we’re here,” she said as the snow began to fall faster. “And I’m glad the boys are here,” she added. “I’ve been dying to see Ju since we broke up for Christmas!”

“They are such boys,” Darrell agreed, “but we wouldn’t be without them. I was the same with Toly, I was so disappointed when he said he might not make it, I couldn’t bear the thought of having to wait until the start of term to see him again.”

“I know you were darling, but he’s here, and what an entrance!” Sally said with a giggle. She spotted a stall and pulled Darrell over. “I saw a scarf on here earlier that I thought I wanted to buy Ju,” she said embarrassed, picking out a dark blue, green and purple tartan scarf with the town’s coat of arms on it. She paid for it, blushing. “Do you think it’s a bad idea?” she asked Darrell.

“I know, Darrell giggled, “my boyfriend, the elderly man. It’s really nice Sally, I’m sure he’ll love it,” she said encouragingly.

Sally smiled and tucked it in the pocket of her coat. “I’ll give it to him tomorrow after the swim,” she told Darrell. “Are you going to get something for Toly?”

“I’d like to,” Darrell said, “but I have no idea what! It took me forever to pick his Christmas present.”

“That’s true, you almost drove me to distraction trying to find that good luck charm,” Sally teased her friend.

“He’s difficult to buy for,” Darrell defended herself. “I mean have you any suggestions on what I could get him tonight?”

“Not one, sorry Darrell,” she said with a giggle. “How about a bottle of whisky?” she suggested looking at a few stalls a little further down. “You said he was getting a taste for it before Christmas.”

Darrell smiled. “He is, which is nice as he says he can’t find decent vodka here. But it’s so expensive for a bottle, I’m not sure I’ve got enough money with me.”

“Look they’ve got small ones,” Sally pointed out. “And I can lend you any if you need it? You could get him a small one as a prize for doing the swim, but if we’re going to do that, shouldn’t we get a pack of three one for each of the boys? We can’t possibly leave David out can we?”

Darrell had a closer look at the little set of whiskies, three small bottles on a wooden tray. “I’ve got enough to share that with you,” she said, “they can warm up with one each after they come out of the water. I’d like to get him something, well, personal though. Something just for him.”

Sally looked around. “I’ll get the whiskies and you can owe me. You go and have a quick look for something for Toly. We ought to be getting back to them soon.”

“Do you think they’ve even noticed we’re gone yet?” she asked absently as she looked at a stall full of trinkety gifts, searching for something Anatoly might like.

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