The New Year’s Dip: A St Andews Story, chapter 1

As Stef wasn’t able to finish The Castle of Adventure this week we were looking for something to fill the Sunday slot. I suddenly remembered about the short fic we had written, set a few weeks after the end of Stef’s full length novel The Missing Papers: A St Andrews AdventureIf you haven’t read or finished that yet I recommend that you do, otherwise this one will give away some quite important details.

Anyway, this one’s not a mystery or adventure – just a group of friends celebrating the new year in St Andrews and having a good time.

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On the thirtieth of December Darrell Rivers and Sally Hope were waiting under the big clock in King’s Cross station, waiting for the boys to turn up.

“Are you sure Toly’s not coming?” Sally asked her friend as she stamped her feet against the cold. They were wrapped up well against the chill. The two girls were heading back to St Andrews in Scotland to spend New Year in the company of their friends. They were also supposed to be taking part in the New Year’s Day dip, or Neer’s Day swim in the North sea on St Andrews East Sands too.

“I never know what Toly’s doing,” said Darrell blowing on her hands. “Last telegram I got from him said that he wasn’t sure if he could make it because he had to go out of the country on a job. I suppose we shall have to see if he makes the train.”

“Or turns up tomorrow,” Sally countered as she spotted Julian Kirrin and David Morton heading towards them. She smiled broadly as they boys pitched up beside them and Julian swept her into a tight hug and gave her a welcome kiss.

“Good Christmas?” he asked her. She nodded, blushing, but hoping that her red cheeks could be attributed to the chilly wind whistling through the station.

“When did you end up in London David?” she asked as Julian hugged Darrell and David hugged her.

“Yesterday, I was in Shropshire until the last possible moment and then stayed with Julian last night,” David said as they checked the clock. “Anyone know about Anatoly?”

“Last I heard was that he probably wasn’t going to make it today,” Darrell said sadly.

“We’ve got a few moments, so we can wait and see if he turns up,” Julian said with a reassuring smile. They waited for a few moments for Anatoly Petrov, the last member of their group but he didn’t appear. In the end they hurried for their train and scrambled into a carriage just as the guard blew his whistle. They settled themselves into the seats, Darrell a little quieter than usual; clearly wishing Anatoly was with them.

At the last moment, before the train started to move, an old man climbed up into their compartment and the boys hauled him in.

“Thank you most kindly,” said the old man in a surprisingly deep voice and settled down in a seat at the other side of the compartment, his case at his feet. “If you do not mind, I shall recover my wits and find somewhere else to sit so I do not disturb you.”

“Of course, please take your time,” Julian said, sharing a smirk with David before they down and began talking to the girls.

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

I finished comparing The Secret Island a few weeks ago and have decided to do another Island based story, The Island of Adventure. I’m anticipating quite a lot of changes around the character of Jo-Jo/Joe and I’m quite looking forward to seeing just how much has been altered.

My own copy of the book is a 1955 8th impression and my modern copy is a Macmillan one from 2001 (on loan from Stef).


CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING OF THINGS

Naturally, as we have seen with all the other titles I’ve looked at, queer is removed from the text. In this first instance it is replaced with odd.

The description of Kiki gets changed, probably as there is no parrot that is scarlet and grey with a big crest on its head. I think there’s possibly a cockatoo or other bird like that though. On the colour dustjackets Stuart Tresilian illustrates Kiki as white and yellow which is how she is described in the new text – A white parrot with a yellow crest on its head.

While I’m willing to admit Blyton may had made an error in describing Kiki I don’t see why there can’t be a scarlet and grey parrot in her fictional world.

Dinah still has quick impatience and a quarrelsome nature in the modern edition, but instead of Philip thinking that she might upset things a bit he thinks that it might not be so peaceful. I’m not sure why that had to change. Either way he implies that Dinah being there would cause trouble.


CHAPTER TWO: MAKING FRIENDS

This chapter also had one use of queer which then became strange.

As I thought, Jo-Jo has become Joe. At this early stage he has only been briefly described by Philip and hasn’t appeared in person, so I’m sure there will be more changes once we meet him. He is described as a handyman servant in the original text and this has been changed to a handyman helper. While it’s true that in Britain at least people don’t have servants any more, even if they do employ staff, this book is so firmly set in a past age that it seems silly to update things like that. How many modern houses require you to carry buckets of water to a tin bath for example?

The other change is equally as pointless I think. It’s said that Jack had never had a boy for a friend before. That becomes a real friend before. Why? They didn’t write boy friend which could be mistaken for boyfriend. He’s had a girl for a friend perhaps, if you include Lucy-Ann certainly, but not a boy.


That’s not all that many changes so far then. Six, between the two chapters. I’m anticipating a lot more once we get to Craggy-Tops and meet Jo-Jo/Joe though thankfully I won’t be counting every time his name is changed.

Sadly the Macmillan hardback isn’t illustrated so I won’t be able to compare the illustrations. As far as I know most of the various reprinted editions use the Stuart Tresilian illustrations anyway , but it can be interesting to look at whether or not they’ve used them all, whether they’ve resized them and if the new text matches the pictures. But never mind, it gives me a little bit less work to do in the end!

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The Rosewood Mystery by Cathy, chapter 12

A MIDNIGHT JOURNEY

Barney sat on the edge of the hole in the floor and tried to peer down to see how deep it was and what the ground was like. Diana switched on one of the lamps to give him a bit more light.

“It’s not a big drop,” Barney said, looking up at the others’ expectant faces. “It’s only about five or six feet.”

Snubby arrived with everyone’s torches. Barney shone his down into the hole to make sure there was nothing sharp that he would land on when he jumped, then put his torch between his teeth and leapt lightly down into the hole. He landed with a soft thud.

“It’s a passage all right!” he grinned up at the others, when he had shone his torch in front of him a little way to see what lay ahead. “Come on then! Di? You first?”

Diana sat on the edge of the hole and Barney helped her down. Loony was the next one down – he couldn’t wait any longer. He barked a little and Snubby shushed him at once.

“Shut up, silly dog!” he hissed into the hole. “Do you want to wake the whole house up?”

Loony looked reproachfully up at Snubby and wagged his tail. Snubby jumped down and gave him a little pat. He took his torch from Roger and shone it round. The passage was not a wide one; only about three feet wide, he thought. The walls were a queer mixture of roughly-hewn rock and soil, but the ground beneath their feet had been laid with large flat slabs of stone, to make a level pathway to walk on.

“Where’s Miranda?” asked Diana, looking round in the light of the torches, her face lit up queerly.

“In my shirt,” grinned Barney. “She was excited when we were above ground, but she’s scared now we’re actually down here.”

Roger dropped down with a bump.

“What shall we do about the stone and the rug?” he said. “Do we leave the hole open?”

Barney considered for a few seconds.

“Yes.” he said. “It’s an awfully heavy stone and I would hate it if we couldn’t lift it again for some reason, and it’s too much of a bother to try and arrange the rug back over it from down here. No-one will bother about it – I bet Mr King and Miss Pepper will sleep right through the night!”

“Let’s get going!” said Snubby impatiently, for he was longing to explore the passage. He felt very proud that he and Loony had discovered it, and tried to hurry on ahead. Barney pulled him back.

“I’m going first!” he said. “You keep behind me with Loony.”

“Why should you go first?” Snubby asked indignantly. “I found it!”

“Don’t be an ass down here, Snubby,” Roger said, from the back of the line. “Do as Barney says.”

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Monday

So it’s another Monday. This week we’ve got another chapter of Cathy’s Barney Mysteries fanfic for you, and I’ve decided to start a new series comparing the original text to a modern one; this time it will be the The Island of Adventure. I’m quite looking forward to that as I think there will be a lot of changes. Stef is either going to review The Castle of Adventure or continue reviewing George and Timmy.

We have over 100 followers on our Pinterest now, so if you like looking at nice pictures of Blytony things then you can head over and have a nosy.

I’ll leave off with a few photos from last weekend in Braemar.

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Happy Days! – A poem by Enid Blyton

Today I have decided to treat you to Blyton’s “Happy Days!” poem about how wonderful Autumn is, and catching the leaves! Which, when you’re a child is the best thing in the world.

There is a prelude to this poem, a little bit of Blyton’s knowledge of folk lore. Its quite sweet really it says:

Folk say that for every falling leaf you catch you will have a happy day next year- so catch as many as you can!

And with that lovely sentiment expressed, I can now head on to the poem, which I hope you all enjoy.

Happy Days!

Oh, what a frosty morning, and how the leaves come down,
Twisting here and twirling there, follow here and there,
Come along and chase them, follow here and there,
How many can you capture, flying through the air?
Two-or three- or twenty! As many as you please!
You’ll see a thousand flying this morning on the breeze,
And for every lead you capture before it comes to rest
You’ll have a day that’s happy- and so it would be best
To catch a good three hundred, and sixty-five as well,
For then you’ll get a happy year (or so the fairies tell!)
So hurry, hurry, and catch your Happy Days,
For the merry leaves are falling down all the woodland ways!

Beautiful Autumn Leaves at Bourne End by Stephanie Woods

Beautiful autumn leaves at Bourne End 

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My eighth Noddy book: Noddy Goes to Toyland

I’ve been doing a bit of eBaying again (a dangerous pastime!) and I’ve now got a much larger collection of Noddy books. Not all of them yet, there’s four I don’t have, but it gives me plenty of new stories to review.

So, my eighth review will be of the very first book in the series Noddy Goes to Toyland. It will be interesting to see how he ends up there, I think. The copy I have is an original hardback without dustjacket and it is a little tatty, but it only cost me about £2.50 so I don’t mind too much.

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NODDY’S ORIGINS

The first character we meet is actually Big-Ears the brownie (who we know becomes a great friend of Noddy’s later) as he hurried though the woods on his little red bicycle. He crashes into someone though, and from the illustration we can see it is a little wooden man with no clothes on!

This strange naked man clearly isn’t a pixie, brownie or goblin they both agree. The little fellow doesn’t think he’s a toy either – rather he calls himself a little nodding man, because of the way his head balances on his neck and nods when he’s speaking.

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Big-Ears runs into Noddy

Of course we all know it’s Noddy and finally I know where he came from! He belonged to Old Man Carver who made him, but he ran away. He was made from the ground up

wooden feet, and then wooden legs, and then a round wooden body, and then wooden arms and hands, and then a wooden neck and then a round wooden head.

He apparently has beads for eyes (fully functioning eye beads obviously) and cat’s fur for hair. He has run away, you see, because he gets lonely at Old Man Carver’s house and the man is carving a lion which Noddy is rather afraid of.

It’s interesting to read all this as it’s not mentioned in the second book really, all we know there is that he’s new to Toyland. It also explains that Big-Ears lives in a town where only Brownies can stay which is why Noddy has to travel a little way to visit him in later books, and as Noddy is most like a toy he really belongs in Toyland.

Big-Ears is actually the one to name Noddy, and continues what seems to be a tradition of being named after your looks.


ALL ABOARD TO TOYLAND

The two of them catch a train to Toyland – a toy train of course.

It was a toy train, of course, and it was made of brightly-painted wood. The engine was red, with a blue funnel and yellow wheels.

The toy train

The toy train

We meet some of the Toyland folk on the train, some wooden dolls, a wooden soldier and a pink cat who gets her tail trod on by Noddy. The train passes through the very un-pc Golliwog Town, and three Gollies get on the train (one of them stands on the pink cat’s tail as well). Gollies have been removed from the book since the early nineties and there’s a perception that they were bad characters in the books. No doubt some of them do get up to bad things at some point but Big-Ears doesn’t warn Noddy to stay away from the Gollies or not to visit Golliwog Town which seems perfectly pleasant.

Golliwog Town

Golliwog Town

It’s then on to Rocking-Horse Town after that (where Noddy and Mr Marvel visit in Do Look Out Noddy) but rocking horses don’t take the train as they can get about just as fast on their rockers. Next they stop at Clockwork-Mouse town, and then Toy-Cat Town.


LAST STOP, TOY VILLAGE

Noddy stays on until Toy Village (I always thought that Toyland was the name of his town but it’s the name of the wider area that encompasses various toy towns,) where Big-Ears takes him to the market to get some clothes. Poor Noddy doesn’t even know what money is so the brownie has to explain it;

It’s something you get when you work hard. Then you put it into your pockets and wait till you see something you want. Then you give it in exchange. You will have to work soon and then you can get money to buy heaps of things.

A nice, simple explanation that sets Noddy up for his future stories where he is always very conscientious about earning his wages in his little car.


NODDY GETS HIS BELL

Big-Ears is kind enough to buy Noddy’s clothes and helps him pick out his iconic outfit – red shoes with blue laces, bright blue trousers with wide bottoms, a red shirt, a yellow belt and tie. So he is not only built from the ground up, but also dressed that way too. Big-Ears can’t afford a coat for Noddy but he can stretch to a hat, so they go to have a look. Noddy picks out a blue baby’s bonnet which Big-Ears doesn’t think is suitable, and suggests the famous blue hat with bell instead.


ARE YOU A TOY?

Our old friend the toy policeman turns up then and demands to know if Noddy is a toy, as only toys can stay in Toy Village. (Presumably gollies, cats, mice etc can live there too, or can live in their more specific towns.) There’s an awful lot of red-tape and bureaucracy in Toy Village it would seem and the policeman’s explanation sounds awfully like something you would hear now over benefit eligibility or something.

 You might be an ornament. Like a china pig. That’s an ornament, unless it’s a money-box pig, then it’s a toy. You look rather like an ornament. Have you ever been stood on mantelpieces?

Have you ever been played with by children?

It seems as if you’re not an ornament and not a toy either. You’ll have to come before the Court tonight, and we’ll decide just what you are!

Uh-oh, if this is anything like the real world it’ll be months of arguing back and forth and appeals and bad decisions… But we’ll have to wait until tonight to find out.


FINDING NODDY A HOME

In the mean time, Big-Ears is quite confident Noddy will be deemed a toy and so the next thing to be done is organise somewhere for him to live. All the dolls’ houses are taken so it’s off to get a box of building bricks to build one themselves.

They get a “House-for-One” box, which is enough for a back bedroom and a front living room. But no stairs, as apparently Big-Ears can’t manage those. Of course Big-Ears doesn’t have any money left but he asks for the bill to be sent to him later and they go off with the box on their shoulders to find a prime site. They don’t have to buy the land or even ask permission – they just find a big enough space between two other houses and start building! (How I wish life was that easy!)

Build your own home

Build your own home

Building the house is rather fun, and Noddy shows some of his endearing silliness when he suggests they do the roof first so that if it rains they won’t get wet while they do the walls. They lay flat bricks for the floor first, and then build the walls, though Noddy forgets to leave a door-space and Big-Ears forgets to leave one for a window. They sort all that out and then on goes the roof, and Mr Tubby Bear next door lends them a ladder to do the chimneys before inviting them in for a cup of tea.

Mr Tubby’s house is grand with an upstairs and downstairs, and it also has a bathroom! Noddy doesn’t even know what that is at first. Blyton books never mention toilets, ever, so there’s not much point debating if toys use one seeing as they do eat, but they do take baths anyway.


NODDY GETS INTO TROUBLE

The Court of Toys is mentioned again and it’s reiterated that if Noddy’s found not to be a toy then he can’t stay. Blyton keeps the suspense going though and sends Noddy on a tour of Toy Village. There are lots of lovely houses, and even a castle to see, but Noddy is most interested in the ark.

In a very Noddyish bit of behaviour he goes and opens the doors and lets all the animals out, and somehow the male lion escapes Mr and Mrs Noah when they return. He frightens one of the dolls by roaring and even though he apparently wouldn’t hurt her it seems like he would and Noddy comes to the rescue, throwing a shoe to scare him off.

This is very typical of Noddy stories as Noddy causes all sorts of trouble and then seems quite brave by stepping in to deal with it. At least he’s honest though, he admits it was his fault in the first place. How will that affect his hearing that night, though? Even if he is seen as a toy, he’s already gotten himself and others into bother!

The toy policeman says he thinks Noddy is not a toy when he comes to fetch him for the court, but Big-Ears defends him to the judge. A cry of “he’s a toy!” goes round the courtroom but the judge isn’t satisfied yet. He may be a toy, but is he a good toy? So of course the story of the ark comes out, and just as the judge is about to condemn Noddy as a bad toy a doll speaks up and explains how Noddy then saved her little girl from the lion.

Court of Toys

Court of Toys

That changes everything of course, and the judge decides Noddy is a good, brave toy and is allowed to stay in Toy Village. Phew.


Well we all knew it would happen really, as there wouldn’t be 23 more stories set there, would there? But for a child reading it for the first time in 1949 I’m sure it would have been very suspenseful. I think the morals are very good – that if you do something silly you can get into trouble, but owning up and especially trying to solve the problem you cause goes a very long way to making amends. It’s a pity in a way though that the judge was so lenient on him as Noddy can get almost annoyingly silly sometimes – but then I suppose if he truly learned his lesson there would be far less to write about in the future.

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 21

Chapter twenty-one

A great surprise for the children

Before Lucy-Ann had any time to think this over she was pushed, roughly, by Stanley who was glowering over the two girls, his eyes twinkling with an evil glint in the torch light. Lucy-Ann was really afraid and walked on, hands tied firmly behind her back.

Kiki cackled loudly from behind and flew to her shoulder. She seemed to know Lucy-Ann was upset and whispered all kinds of comforting words into her ear! What a funny bird she was! Mr Dickens led the little company a way along the passage and then quite suddenly it forked in two. He took the left turning, the others following. This passage was a lot narrower and a lot lower and the children had to bend down for a little way. Then it widened out.

Then children walked on, thinking what a long way it was. The passage seemed to go on for miles. But of course they didn’t really. It was just that the children were tired and worried. The passage curved round and forked into three. This time the children were led down the middle passage which was lit all along with candles. The children wondered how Mr Dickens knew his way! They didn’t see the tiny chalk marks along the wall that were made at every fork. Finally the tunnel came to a dead end, and left or right there was an opening. The children were almost asleep! Mr Dickens took the right turning, and they walked down a passage of stout wooden doors. If the children had bothered to count, there was eight in total. Mr Dickens stopped outside the fifth one. There was a keyhole in it and four strong bolts which had been pulled across, firmly. A key hung on a nail, opposite the door.

Mr Dickens glanced behind to make sure all the children were there. There they were, all stood in a row, sleepy eyed and solemn. He nodded at them and took down the key from the nail. He pushed it in the lock and turned it round. He pulled all the children forward.

“We’ll bring you bread and water occasionally, but there’ll you stay until we’ve done our job, with our other prisoners. It will depend on if we’re in a good mood or not that we let you out. Even then you wont be able to find your way out. Serves you right for sticking your nose into other peoples business,” he said in a cruel voice. And with that, he pulled back the bolts and shoved the children into a stone cold room. They heard the bolts being driven back and the key being turned. They looked at each other in dismay.

There were candles lit in the room and the children looked behind themselves to see what it looked like and see who the other prisoners were. It was a rather like the cave they had dropped into a few days ago when they had discovered the second gap in the hill. In fact it was exactly the same, however this one had a few odd pieces of ‘furniture’ scattered about in it. It was quite large too, however the furniture was all set at the front. The end of the cave looked rather forbidding and the children firmly made up their minds that they would not be going there! The furniture was old and boring. For instance, there were three mattresses, and a small moth bitten table, and a few stools and cushions. The children shivered, for it was very cold inside the little cave room. One of the men stirred and sat up. “Who’s there?” a voice said, sleepily.

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First Monday of October

So its the first Monday in October and the weather here is getting colder and there is an autumn chill in the air.

This week we have another chapter of Poppy’s The Marsh of Adventure and Fiona will be reviewing another Noddy book. I shall have to probably review a book for you this week. Perhaps the Queen Elizabeth Family or the rest of The Adventures of George and Timmy… We shall have to see!

Anyway, we have passed 80,000 views and are only 99 views off 80,500. So we’re still going strong. Please don’t forget to email us if you have an article or a story you would like to share with us.

I shall now share with you some pictures I took on Friday when I was out and about in London, around Westminster and Southbank. I also visited the Tower of London to see the Poppies, but I should like to share those with you nearer the 11th November and remembrance day.

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Five on Finniston Farm: An exciting dramatised adventure

I feel a bit bad about it but this week I listened to Five on Finniston Farm for free – on YouTube. It’s the sort of thing I’ll probably buy at some point (though I wouldn’t pay £4 or £5 for the free Daily Telegraph version!) but at the moment it was tough to justify another £8 on CDs to blog about them.

So anyway, it’s on Youtube in 7 parts though thankfully it’s part of a playlist so they all run one after the other. On the down side a few seconds of recording are missing between a couple of sections so I missed a bit of George taking Junior his breakfast in bed and the farm hands finding the Five under the chapel floor near the end. I can’t really complain, though!

Five on Finniston Farm

Five on Finniston Farm

The first thing I noticed was that although the narrator is the same, the voice actors are different to the ones I’m used to. They’re perfectly good but they aren’t the ones I’m familiar with which slightly spoils it for me. On the other hand Timmy’s “voice” is a hundred times better and he actually sounds like a real dog for once.

I had the book beside me and read along for the first chapter or two just to see what the differences were. So much has to be missed out but I noticed rather than missing entire chunks or pages, lines here and there are included so that you don’t feel like half the book isn’t there. Dick is no longer so rude to the girls when they arrive though, and even offers to take their cases rather than George having to prompt him.

One of the best scenes in my opinion is when Mr Finniston is given time to tell the whole story about Finniston Castle and the night it was burned down. I like that story and I’m glad they didn’t try to skim over it.

As usual there are plenty of characters given voices and they’re mostly good. The Harries talk together for the first while (until they make friends with the Five) and the Philpots and Great-Grandad are all good, each with a very homely country accent. Mr Henning’s American accent is passable but Junior’s isn’t so convincing but it isn’t so bad that it ruins things. Old Mr Finniston from the antique shop is really good, he really sounds the part.

The farm is full of sound effects like cows and the Land Rover, and Nosy the jackdaw gets to be heard too though I can’t recall Snippet barking. The Hennings still ring their bells for room service but instead of an actual bell it sounds like a game show buzzer which is rather incongruous.

Money has also been updated in the story. In the book the Philpots are offered £50 for the old studded door that originally hung in the castle, and then Mr Durleston advises it is worth £200. Now they’re offered £4,000 for it. He also advises Mr Henning to offer £250 to excavate and a further £250 if they find anything. This has been changed to £5,000.

This is one of my favourite titles in the series and I enjoyed listening to it online tonight.

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An Interview with Enid Blyton

I know it should be Fiona’s blog today, but she’s been at work and isn’t feeling too good, so I’m take over just for today, I hope you don’t mind!

Now before you get all excited, I feel I have to tell you that I am not a medium and have conversed with the actual Enid Blyton or her spirit. Neither do I have a time machine or TARDIS (Doctor Who writers take note- can we have an episode where the Doctor meets Blyton?) and with that said the only way nowadays I could have gotten an interview with Blyton is by listening to an interview she had done.

I first got the idea for talking about a Blyton interview when I visited the Enid Blyton Society Forums and some kind soul and informed us that there was part of an interview Blyton had given had been played during BBC Radio 4’s Womans Hour programme.

I listened to the short segment on Woman’s Hour (the relevant bit can be found here) and was then inspired to find a fuller interview to listen to and blog about. This led me to youtube, which was where I thought I had my best shot at finding an interview, and in a way it was. However, I found that interviews of the kind I was looking for were in short supply and I had approximately two options.

The first one I chose to watch was a film by British Pathé and was for a programme called Personality Meet – Enid Blyton (1946). It’s a short documentary that gives an overview of Blyton’s home life, but does not involve any interview with the author. You see Blyton in her living room at Green Hedges with her trusty typewriter on her lap, typing away, and then answering fan mail. The voice over introduces her as Mrs Darrell Waters, which as we all know was the name of her second husband, and tells us that her daughters Imogen and Gillian don’t need to wait for the next Enid Blyton book like everyone else because she is their mother.

There is never any interaction from the camera with the family, just the voice over and a jolly little tune. The narrator talks about the tasks Blyton goes through, and says that there are times when Gillian and Imogen have to persuade their mother not to work too hard and to play snap. The piece paints a nice little picture about how cosy the family life is, and Kenneth Darrell Waters is referred to as father in this piece.

Its a lovely little clip really, but for me marked by the fact that now we know that life at Green Hedges with Blyton was not as easy and carefree as this piece would lead you to believe.

However nice it is to see the family together, that wasn’t really the point of my blog, but I thought it would be a nice little thing to talk about as there really isn’t enough in the video to warrant its own write up. So now, I will get on with the main reason for my blog.

This video, which is just audio played out over a picture of Blyton – one I’ve always thought to be rather fetching – and is part of her BBC interview which the piece from Woman’s Hour was taken. I have no idea if it is the full interview, I suspect not, as it is labelled Enid Blyton’s Interview Part 1 however part 2 is conspicuous by its absence.

Enid Blyton

Enid Blyton

Either way it is nice to hear her voice coming over the speakers and listen to the way she speaks about writing, growing up, music and especially children. Blyton’s voice is quite easily a voice that I could listen to all day and as a child I would have been enthralled to hear her. Its a shame this interview isn’t longer, or at least the excerpt of it wasn’t longer, but it does I believe give you an insight into her motivation.

To start with you hear Blyton saying, “I always wanted to write for children” which is a nice little warming feeling to ease you into the interview. It’s quite nice this interview because there are no questions being fired at her by an interviewer which makes the whole thing easier to listen to and get lost in. Back to the interview, Blyton tells the listener that she told her younger brothers stories and how much she enjoyed it

Then she talks about music, and her father wanting her to be a professional player, like an aunt of hers was, and having to practice the piano. She describes this wonderfully because she says “If you have to work at something that you have no desire to achieve anything great in, it becomes a terrible bore.” I happen to believe this is true, not only then but today, in fact I think a lot of people would almost liken it to school, but that’s not what I’ve getting at. There was a girl I knew once who was a runner, a very good one, but she was getting bored of running and didn’t want to carry on with it, but she had to for her mother’s sake (I think) and she just became bored with it and Blyton’s words describe this situation perfectly.

Blyton then moves on to explain how she came to end up writing as a career, all down to a friend who asked her to come to a Sunday school and tell stories to the children there, and she found she loved it. Her music helped her write songs for the children. In fact, I believe that a Sunday school that Blyton worked in, is the one that Fiona and I visited when we went on an Enid Blyton Society day out to Beckenham a couple of years ago. (Blog can be found here.)

She describes from there on that she knew she had to be a children’s writer more than anything else but she didn’t feel she knew enough about children to write the stories she wanted to write, so she opened her own school and practiced her writing on the children until she left to take up her career in writing properly.

For three minutes long this interview tells us a lot about Blyton in her own words, and is rather refreshing in a way. Its nice to actually hear her voice when the last time I heard “her” speak was when Helena Bonham Carter played Blyton in the TV film Enid, and her temperament came across as very different to what it feel like with this extract.

Anyway, I hope I’ve wetted your appetite for these two gems of insights into Blyton’s life and that I haven’t been too boring! But please rejoice with me, as I have actually finished the promised blog! Miracles can happen!

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The Folk of the Faraway Tree review by Laura

This is the last book of the three Faraway Tree books (published in 1946) and there’s a bit of revisiting past adventures, either through remembering them or with another visit to Dame Slap’s school and her ridiculous questions for her students – why is a blackboard?  But Enid Blyton certainly hadn’t run out of ideas for the tree, the children and her friends.

Dust jacket by Dorothy M. Wheeler

Dust jacket by Dorothy M. Wheeler

This time she livens things up by introducing Connie, nicknamed Curious Connie by Jo because she can never stop poking and prying into things. She has to stay with the children and their mother (I assume their father is still around, he just hasn’t been mentioned since the first book) as her own mother hasn’t been well and needs to go on a long holiday, once again providing an excellent reason for a new character to appear (there was a similar reason given for Cousin Dick coming to stay).

Connie always seemed more interesting to me than the other children, even before she arrives, because there’s the promise of some tension: the children aren’t very happy about her visit and, even after they’ve been persuaded by their mother to help others, keep imagining how Connie will react to the Faraway tree and its folk, not to mention vice versa – especially the Angry Pixie. This offers the readers a bit of a recap, as it’s a good opportunity for them to talk about their earlier adventures and some of the lands they visited, as does Connie’s arrival soon after.

So, Curious Connie has been built up to be a spoilt brat and she doesn’t disappoint – no-one has ever told this child not to take the last bun at afternoon tea! And she simply refuses to believe in the Faraway Tree, any of the people who live in it or the different lands that arrive at the top. So when Moon Face arrives with an invitation to tea, she’s put in the difficult position of agreeing to have tea with someone she doesn’t believe in. She decides to think of Moon Face as a dream… and he says he’ll do the same, but he hopes she isn’t a bad dream!

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She might not believe in the tree, but Connie still insists on wearing her best dress to tea and, rather predictably, annoys the Angry Pixie so he throws ink at her and then gets caught by Dame Washalot’s water. She also offends Saucepan Man and lets her curiosity literally take her down the Slippery-Slip – it’s a wonder that they decide to rescue her when her curiosity eventually gets the better of her again and she disappears with the Land of Marvels at the top of the tree.

Like the first book, there are a lot of nursery rhyme and fairy tale references – they have to go by train (which the children seem to have forgotten from their earlier adventures) to visit Jack and his bean-stalk to get into the Land of the Giants to get Connie back. And their next adventure takes place in the Land of Nursery Rhymes, with Jack and Jill, Miss Muffet and a rather ill spider.

Connie gradually gets better throughout the book – when they all accidently offend Saucepan Man about his mother working for Dame Slap, she’s the one who thinks of how to make everything right again. However, she still makes a big mistake in the Land of Secrets, prompting a visit to the very dangerous Land of Enchantments, where they nearly lose several of their group for good.

There’s another serious adventure close to the end of the book – the Faraway Tree appears to be withering up and dying – and a visit to one of the more pleasant lands at the end as a reward. The Land of Treats was always one of my favourites – I loved the idea of an ice-cream man who could produce any flavour you ask for. Connie is still a bit sceptical, even after everything she’s been through, and asks for sardine ice cream. Naturally she gets it and has to give it to a cat, as she certainly can’t eat it herself.

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There is also a roundabout with live animals – giving Saucepan Man one final chance to cause a bit of chaos; he was more sensible in this book apart from insulting Miss Muffet’s spider – balloon rides and a circus with a magician. Everything, in fact, that a child might wish for in this land and a great end to this three-book series.

We also have a review of this book by Poppy.

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Last Monday in September

Well that’s September nearly over now and before we know it it’ll be October.

October the first will bring us a new post by Laura as she reviews The Folk of the Faraway Tree, on the third I will be posting another audio book review – Five Go to Demon’s Rocks this time – and Sunday the fifth will be Stef writing about a radio interview with Enid Blyton herself. (I will remind her repeatedly on Saturday so she’s no excuses but may end up hating me.)

I’ve been quite lazy lately and haven’t been out on many walks but I did make it to St Andrews on Saturday so I’ll pop up a few photos from then.

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One Evening – A poem by Enid Blyton

This is a pretty little poem about the swallows flying south for the winter, but the last line jars somewhat for me as when I’m reading it in my head it doesn’t seem like a natural end of the line. But then again, I’m no Enid Blyton, so what do I know.

One Evening

On the roof of the barn, all close together,
The swallows sit and study the weather
Shall they fly to the south, or stay
Here in England another day?
The moon is rising, pale and fair,
The night is cold, there’s frost in the air,
The wind blows strong from the wintry north,
‘Come!’ say the swallows, ‘we must set forth!’
With a musical twittering, up they fly,
Spreading their wings in the darkening sky.
Farewell swallows, come back again,
When the hawthorn’s budding along the lane!

A picture of the moon to go with the poem.

A picture of the moon to go with the poem.

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The Secret Island – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 6

This will be the last post in this series as I’ve reached the last four chapters of the book. All the previous parts can be read here – part one, two, three, four and five. The original text I’m using is from the sixth impression from October 1949 and the updated text is from an Award paperback from 2009.

 


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE END OF THE SEARCH

The only change in this chapter is where queer becomes weird. (I know that Blyton used weird sometimes but I still don’t think it sound very Blytonian.)

There are four illustrations in the hardback and one in the paperback. Wynne illustrates Daisy mooing in the cave, and Davie depicts two scenes in the cave while they are hiding and two from after.


CHAPTER NINETEEN: DAYS IN THE CAVE

There’s only one change here as well, where gay and lovely is altered to happy and lovely.

Still one illustration in the paperback, but only two in the hardback. Nora shows off her rabbit-skin rug in the hardback and Jack rows off for his shopping trip. In the paperback we get to see the children sitting around the table that Jack made in their cave-house.


CHAPTER TWENTY: JACK HAS A GREAT SURPRISE

Gay-coloured sweets become brightly-coloured ones here, though the gay streamers get left alone for some reason. The shop-girl in the village becomes the shop assistant (is that a promotion I wonder, or just a new title?)

The next change is very dubious I think. After Jack has burst out asking questions about the runaway children the women in the shop stare at him. This is changed to the woman in the shop. Well we know there are several women there so woman doesn’t make much sense coupled with the specification that she’s in the shop. The woman alone could imply it’s the woman whose arm he’s grabbed but it still wouldn’t be very clear.

Finally motoring to the lakeside becomes simply driving there.

Again just two illustrations in the hardback and one in the paperback. We see Jack looking in a shop window in the hardback as well as him meeting Captain and Mrs Arnold, while in the paperback we get the other children waiting on the island while a boat approaches with figures so small and dark they’re unidentifiable.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: THE END OF THE ADVENTURE

Nora no longer keeps hugging her and feeling her [mother]. Instead she keeps hugging her and touching her. Quite how that’s different I’m not sure. Both have the slight potential for innuendo if you like adding that to children’s books.

Christmas-time becomes just Christmas, stockings (the wearing kind) are updated to socks and clockwork trains to model ones. The girls no longer get needle-books and balls in their stockings (with the oranges, sweets and nuts) but get soaps and bath bubbles.

This time queer becomes strange and gay hats become plain old paper ones.

This last chapter has three hardback illustrations and one paperback one. Wynne shows them departing the island (the figures in the boat so small you again can’t work out who is who,) while Davie gives us one of them with their father on the island and two of them at home enjoying Christmas.


Nine changes there then, and that makes a grand total of fifty-nine for the whole book. That’s certainly a lot less than in either the first Malory Towers book or the first Famous Five one.

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Aunt Fanny’s Special Tomato Soup from Five Have Plenty of Fun by Helen at Novelicious

I was just thinking it was time for another reblog to bring you something new from around the web, and then today I happened to stumble upon another smashing Blytonain recipe on the Novelicious blog.

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Berta, for the sake of her safety and the top secret scientific research, will come and stay with the Famous Five to hide away from potential threats. She will have her hair cut short and dress like a boy. It is a foolproof plan. Or is it?

Berta arrives by boat, in the dead of night. Profoundly seasick, Aunt Fanny removes the bundles of clothes she has on, gets her ready for bed, and heats up some homemade tomato soup. Soup which Dick had declared earlier in the day to be Aunt Fanny’s special tomato soup, with real tomatoes. Berta feels better immediately and sleeps well.

 

It’s getting nice and Autumnal out there so soup’s just the ticket to warm you up I think. I might give this one a go myself as I made some nice mushroom soup yesterday and it turned out quite well.

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The Week Ahead

And we’re here with another Monday, we’ve got interesting week for you here on World of Blyton. We have a recipe that we’re re-blogging for you!

Fiona will be doing another chapter of The Secret Island and I shall try and finish my review of the Blyton interview I found to listen to.

This week we surpassed 78,000 views on the blog, which is amazing! I don’t think that Fiona or I realised how popular the blog would become, so thank you all for your continued support because come November we will have been running for two years!

With that said, have a nice week all, and I hope you enjoy the blogs this week. Don’t forget to check out our other blog, Two Points of View where you can keep up with our daily photo challenge.  I’ll leave you with some pictures from my last holiday in Scotland when we went to Tentsmuir beach.

 

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The Clouds – A poem by Enid Blyton

Another lovely poem from Enid for you this week.

The Clouds

On the grass I love to lie
And watch the clouds go sailing by;
Many things they seem to me,
Foam blown off a fairy sea,
Downy feathers from a goose,
Fleecy lambs wandering loose,
Scatterings of thistledown,
Snippings from a pixy’s gown,
Softly, silently the pass,
Trailing shadows on the grass.

But when the clouds I watch are low,
Dark and darker still they grow.
Thistledown no longer they
But cloaks for witches, wild and grey,
Purple tower vast and grand,
Clouds like hills from Giant Land
In whose inky depths there lie
Glints of lightning’s wicked eye.
Torn and ragged, wild and fast
The thunder clouds go racing past.

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Five on a Hike Together: An exciting dramatised adventure

Stef was kind enough to send me this so I could review it this week, as I was out of ideas really. It’s the free CD that came with the Daily Telegraph, and as far as I can tell it hasn’t been released officially on CD unlike many of the others in the series. It even has two “tracks” as if it has been copied directly from the two sided cassette tapes. (The official disks have been split into around 14 tracks each lasting about five minutes. Though you’d only really notice that if you accidentally played it on shuffle.

Curiously the narrator begins by announcing The Five on a Hike Together, which isn’t right. It’s just Five on a Hike Together, though at times the group are called The Five as in The Five woke early that morning etc.

As with all the dramatisations much of the story is narrated rather than acted, otherwise it wouldn’t all fit into an hour – which would have been important when making cassettes especially as I think they mostly came in 30 minutes per side or 45 minutes per side.

That all means that there are lots of little things that get skimmed over or missed out. If you’ve read the book as many times as I have you’re bound to notice but for someone who has only read it a few times they may not.

One omission I noticed and thought was a pity was when the Five are having lunch in the shop and ask for sandwiches to take away. There’s a lovely scene where the woman asks how many and it’s counted in rounds. She tells them her son works at the prison and how many rounds he takes, and is surprised how many they want to eat each.

Then it’s also a shame that Timmy getting stuck down the hole is skimmed over (though it did save us from more of his awful barking I suppose.)

The voice acting is excellent throughout the tape, better than in Billycock Hill. We get to hear, who I have named, the Inn Lady, the Arr Man, the Old Deaf Woman (who sounds a whole lot better than Mrs Janes), the Postman, the Post Office Man, the Escaped Convict, Dirty Dick, Maggie and the Inspector.

The escaped convict is perfectly convincing, as is Dirty Dick but they don’t sound at all like I’ve always imagined in my head. I can’t describe how they sound really but generally rougher and harsher really. I thought Maggie sounded far too well-spoken considering she looks very tough and “as hard as nails” to quote Julian.

The nasty policeman in Reebles (I always want to say/type Peebles!*) isn’t an acted role which is a shame.

I didn’t notice much updating of the text but I was getting on with a few things as I listened so maybe I missed them. I did hear that kit-bags had become rucksacks though.

All in all a super listen along to one of my favourite books in the series.

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*A genuine place – in Peeblesshire no less.

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Secret Seven books at McDonald’s by Su, part 4

An Afternoon with the Secret Seven

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This story comes from Enid Blyton’s Magazine Annual No. 3 first published 1956. Again there are a few one word small changes such as fast shut becomes tight shut, brainless is clueless, ice is ice-cream, this weather becomes in this weather, frisk is play and angry is annoyed.  When there is any mention of the Secret Seven having a meeting there is no capital at the beginning of the word but in the original text it is always Meeting.

There are relatively few changes to this book apart from a few slight variations in the text.  The money that they are collecting is STILL sixpence and shilling and the pony rides are sixpenny each! I’m amazed that when we list the changes there are only about five!  In the original book only one of the Harris children has measles but it means that none of the children can help at the garden party, but now in 2014 they all have measles hence they cannot come and help at the garden party. We find that busy with the cutting of sandwiches becomes busy cutting up the sandwiches and to make sure that none becomes to ensure none of them. Originally Scamper is told to be on guard but all references to this have been deleted including the sentence: What did he mean by going off when he was on guard?

One of the prizes for the stall is a packet of cigarettes but this has been cut out and in the original text, when Barbara is trying to get Peter’s attention, she calls him twice, but this is only once in the 2014 edition. The phrase you must be blind has been cut but so has the word please.  Is Colin not allowed to be polite when asking what time they should be at the garden party?

Looking through the illustrations it’s nice to see that illustrators can cut corners and reuse the odd sketch here and there.  Reversing the picture doesn’t fool me!

These sketches show how the pennies were found and how different ponies look after only 58 years of evolution, although they would appear to be getting fatter along with the rest of us.  I’ve also noticed that there is no caption underneath the pictures in the modern edition although this practice, shown clearly on the older illustrations ones below, is in most of the old hard back Enid Blyton books that I own.

Where are the Secret Seven?

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I cannot compare this book to the original 1956 Australian Wheeties strip book as I don’t have a copy of the original.  It is unsurprising therefore that I have never read this story before.

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The book follows a very Blyton formulae of baddies, stolen property, old houses, clever kids and clever pets that save the day.  Some aspects of the story seem very familiar such as having to leave Scamper behind as he can’t keep up with them on their bikes (Five Find-Outers and Dog), old ruined buildings with spooky stories (The Castle of Adventure, The Mystery of the Banshee Towers etc.) and a ruin with jackdaws nesting in the towers (Famous Five). It’s a quick, simple story but highly entertaining that contains a lot of ‘strange old house’, ‘strange stories’ and ‘odd story’ which I suggest in the original, instead of strange and odd, might instead be queer.

If anyone has a spare £100 to buy the original strip book so that I can do a comparison please feel free to ask The World of Blyton Blog for my contact details!

One thing I have noticed in the Enid Blyton’s Magazine Annual No.3 is a Secret Seven game.  I wonder if this will ever be reproduced?

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Monday

If you saw our Facebook on Thursday, or our Twitter you’ll know I was working very hard behind the scenes here that day. I drafted, edited and scheduled our Wednesday contributor posts for the next month, updated our post indexes (which you can find at the top of the blog,) tidied up our tags, drafted the remainder of Poppy’s fiction AND wrote my own usual weekly post. Phew.

Despite all that organisation, when it came to this evening both Stef and I sat and said “I don’t know what I’m blogging about this week.” I’ve settled on something now though, as Stef is going to send me some of her audio books to listen to and I’ll review one of them. Our contributor is already lined up of course and it will be the final part of Su’s look at the McDonald’s Secret Seven books. And Stef will have to think about it a bit more and come up with something for Sunday.

I’ve managed to get out and about a couple of times lately so I’ll end on a few photos.

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