Enid Blyton’s The Enchanted Village

Welcome to Bekconscot

Welcome to Bekconscot

The Front Cover

The Front Cover

Fiona and I visited Bekonscot last year, to see the scale model village and especially the scale model of Blyton’s house. It was an enchanting little place, except I wasn’t quite as excited by it all as Fiona was! On this visit, we picked up this little book, The Enchanted Village that Blyton wrote during the time she was living in Beaconsfield (from 1938 until her death in 1968.) According to the little note from Gillian Baverstock (Blyton’s elder daughter) in the front cover of the book, Blyton was friendly with Roland Callingham who founded Bekonscot and so she wrote The Enchanted Village.

The Enchanted Village starts with Blyton asking the reader if they would like to accompany her around a village that will make you feel like a giant. Blyton compares it a fairyland, which is quite appropriate, because it feels like that when you step through gateway. Its quite magical seeing all the little buildings, and fascinating at the amount of detail that went  in the little shops is astonishing, there is even a little Marks and Spencers  and a cinema showing ‘Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs’.

Anyway, back to Blyton’s story. She uses the names John and Mary as the children to guide us around Bekonscot with her. They go for a wander through the houses, planted with flowers around the path, exclaiming at the detail, I’ve already described, and how the buildings only come up to their waists.  Blyton remarks on the detail in the church and airport and miniature railway, which will be exciting for those interested in model trains. Blyton makes the world of Bekonscot come alive as she works her magic, making Bekonscot seem like a beautiful bustling little town. She says things like How are the tiny folk of Bekonscot to get about if they have no railway? which in a way makes your imagine the tiny people rushing around when you’re not looking.

The other things that are noted in the book are the manor house, the zoo, the farm, and the seaside village, Little Splashing. These places add to the charm of the village. There’s not much of a story to go with the description, just the use of the children to carry the readers through the walk. Blyton talks about coming back to Bekonscot at a later date, and how wonderful it is for it to  have been created. There is one little extra in the book that is a nice addition, and its on the back back, mentioning the visits by the members of the Royal family to Bekonscot. Royal visits include HRH Queen Elizabeth II, her father King George VI, the Queen Mother, Queen Mary and Princess Margaret. So I think we can safely say that Bekonscot has the royal seal of approval.

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List of royal visitors, with a picture of HRH Queen Elizabeth II and Princess Margaret

On the back page of the little book is a darling picture of Blyton’s house Green Hedges which was torn down after her death. Incidentally behind Bekonscot is Blyton Close, where Green Hedges used to stand.

The Model of Green Hedges on the back cover.

The Model of Green Hedges on the back cover.

 

Blyton Close signpost

Blyton Close signpost

So, I hope you’ve enjoyed my look at The Enchanted Village. If you get a chance to visit Bekonscot, I suggest you do, it’s better if you have children with you, in my humble opinion, though I know Fiona believes otherwise!

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My sixth Noddy book: Noddy Goes to Sea

My sixth Noddy book should have been #15, Do Look Out, Noddy! which is the next in the series actually, and the one which was mentioned in the Monday post. However, me being the eejit that I am, I grabbed the wrong book on Saturday when I was packing for my holiday. So, my sixth Noddy book shall be #18 Noddy Goes to Sea. (At least I managed to bring one I hadn’t already reviewed, that’s something!)

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Noddy Goes to Sea was also bought in Alton. It’s ever so slightly less tatty than some of the others I got so it cost a whopping £2.

We are back to Peter Wienk as illustrator (he illustrated You Funny Little Noddy!)


THE STORY

This starts off like several others, with Noddy getting up and getting on with his usual activities and thinking it’s a wonderful day. And, as always, it goes quickly wrong and he manages to get himself in trouble with Mr Plod who seems to always turn up at the worst moment for Noddy. This time it’s because Tubby Bear next door is being naughty and waters his mother’s washing and Noddy’s too. Being a childish toy, Noddy retaliates and ends up soaking the police man, naturally.

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Matters are cleared up much more quickly than usual though, as there was a handy witness in Miss Fluffy cat. Tubby Bear is duly punished – spanked in fact, though I’m sure modern editions will see him scolded instead – and he runs away in the night, off to sea.

Noddy is sent off in his car to try to head him off at the docks, and well, I think I can see where the story is going given the title. So off Noddy goes, stopping only for petrol where he has no choice but to take Bumpy Dog along for the ride. He gets to the jetty just as Tubby Bear’s boat is leaving, and manages to get on before it leaves. Unfortunately, Bumpy-Dog dives in after them and the car follows. Being wooden, the car floats, and Bumpy-Dog can swim, so it’s not a complete disaster though it’s not exactly ideal.

The car gets towed along behind, and Bumpy-Dog is hauled up via a rope, just in time to face the loud-voiced captain who thinks they’re all stow-aways. Tubby Bear signed up to be a deck-hand and gets put to work and Noddy ends up having to be a cabin-boy, though he’s told to STOP NODDING YOUR HEAD AT ME by the captain.

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Noddy makes the best of it, even if he does look queer in his sailor’s outfit. Tubby Bear, on the other hand, is being worked hard and feels rather sick on the ship, so bitterly regrets running away. Bumpy-Dog doesn’t fair too well either as he keeps falling out of Noddy’s hammock and over-board.

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Noddy meets some mermaids, and mermen, who enjoy rides in his car which is still being towed along behind the ship, before they land at Shell Island. Noddy drives the captain around for a while and tells him all about Toyland and his friends there. The captain is quite enamoured at the sound of it and so quite happily takes Noddy, Bumpy-Dog, the car and Tubby Bear back there to be reunited with everyone.


There’s a fair moral running through this – naughty Tubby-Bear certainly learns a lesson or two about behaving. It’s nice to get away from Toy Town too, and I particularly liked he illustrations of the mermaids and Shell Island as these are unlike what we normally see in Noddy books, but they fit perfectly. It’s also nice to see it being someone other than Noddy who gets into trouble and runs away.

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Secret Seven books at McDonald’s by Su, part 2

Part one of Su’s McDonald’s series is here.

Hurry, Secret Seven, Hurry!

This story comes from Enid Blyton’s Magazine Annual No. 4 first published 1957.  It is a short story and therefore, unlike Secret of the Old Mill, has not been drastically shortened.  There have been a few changes such as baskets become hampers, gate is now lever, Williams becomes Mr Williams, scared becomes worried, buck up is keep going and make haste changes to hurry up.

The main change is that the children no longer open the gates across the railway-crossing; instead they have to gain access to the signal box so that they can use a lever to open the gates.  This causes quite a few changes to the text towards the end of the book although the signal box is still described as a pretty little place with a tiny garden of its own.  It has a garden originally as it is a small cottage where Williams lives, next to the gate.

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The line A surprised fireman looked out of the cab at the children on the line below has been completely missed out yet the illustrations depict a steam train and the train still whistles as it comes down the line.

Some of the old fashioned language has been updated such as Is there anyone at home! I say – is there anyone in? has been changed to Is anyone there? Also the more tense tearing down the line has been changed to coming down the line.

Any mention of the three girls being scared or worried or even the three girls listening to the boys talking about football has been changed to others, so as not to single out the girls being the weaker sex.

They have tried to make Peter not sound too pompous by changing the following sentence “No time,” said Peter, looking at his watch.  Then, like a good leader, he made up his mind quickly. to “No time,” said Colin, looking at his watch.  Peter made up his mind quickly. Anything that tones Peter’s mannerisms down is a good thing in my books.

There are one or two changes that I’m not too sure about and they are Peter just skipped to one side in time …  is changed to Peter skipped to one side just in time … Why the change around of the word just, but maybe it flows better the second way?

Everybody has the most enormous ice cream at the end of the book, which version do you prefer?  I think I might choose the modern version, fancy eating ice creams with a shirt and tie on!

The Humbug Adventure

This story that I used for comparison comes from Enid Blyton’s Magazine Annual No. 1, first published 1954. It is no longer morning school but just plain old school now in the newer version but there haven’t been too many changes through this book.  Television is mentioned in the original book and this has been kept the same.  The word jolly is used quite a few times in the story and this has been kept, which surprised me a little, as well as the professor having a maid who shows them into the house.  The names of twins at the fair are still Dickie and Danny and the bad guy’s name is still spelt as the original Jamey.

There are a few small changes sprinkled throughout the book, some of which I can’t understand why they warranted a change.  These are to a different becomes in a different, great tube becomes great long tube, firing becomes setting fire and telephoned to the farm becomes telephoned the farm.

There are more changes when the story reaches the part about the fire at the farm. He gasped and choked, tried to call out something and pointed to the telescope becomes the shorter He gasped and pointed to the telescope.  We obviously must not have children choking on a sweet in a story and this is followed by another sentence being cut. Peter gasped, not taking any notice of poor, choking Jack.  His eye was glued to the big telescope. becomes Peter gasped, his eye glued to the telescope.

In the original the bad man they see through the telescope is described as a tramp but this has been changed to a man. He is initially described as having a limp and a beard and these facts feature later on in the story to form part of his description.  The limp has been cut completely from the new version with the beard only being mentioned once.  This is slightly strange as at the end of the book, when they describe the man as being short, this leads the farmer’s wife to declare Why – that would be Jamey!  They could have at least mentioned the beard to make it sound slightly more believable or are there so very few short men nowadays?

Other small changes are that Buck up, idiot becomes Hurry up. In the original the others call Peter You selfish thing because he won’t let them look into the telescope.  This has been cut out completely, they now just ask for a turn. When they are eating the humbug toffees their speech changes but even this “sweetie speech” has been changed.  Peter says Uthing ooing which is translated as Nothing doing but in the new version it is Uthing oopening that translates as Nothing happening.

There is also a scene when the children are looking through the telescope, where the farmer is observed filling his pipe.  This is kept in both of them but when it is exclaimed that Colin can see what tobacco he is using this is changed to newspaper he’s reading.

Not too many differences but there is a very big difference in the illustrations especially the size of the telescope.  It is nice to see that they still know what a humbug sweet is though.

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Next post: Secret Seven books at Mcdonald’s part 3

 

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Last Monday in June

We’re half way through the year! I swear that time starts off slowly when you’re a child, because those two weeks at Christmas and six weeks off school in the holidays seem endless, they really do, but then as you get older, time almost spins faster and collapsing in on you so your days blur together and years fly by!

It’s been two years since I graduated from university, and only this last week have I managed to land myself a permanent part time job. Well it’s a start I suppose – hopefully this means I’ll have more time for blogging and writing!

Anyway, enough about me, I’m sure you’re all very keen to find out what we’re having on the blog this week! Well let me tell you that our contributor will be Su with the second of her blogs about the McDonalds’ Secret Seven books.

Fiona, who is on holiday, as the schools in Scotland broke up this week, will be doing another Noddy review for us. Do Look out, Noddy! this time, and I will… I will be doing… umm…

So I’m a little stuck at what I might do. I think I might make some scones this week, so perhaps you’ll get another recipe blog. Or I might get around to doing another episode of the Famous Five Tv series… but for now, I’ll just say that you have to wait and see!

I don’t think there is any blog news, but I will urge you to go and check out our photography blog if you haven’t already Two Points of View for our best pictures!

Which very nicely leads me on to the pictures for this week… I hope you’re not too fed up of rabbits just yet…

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Birds of Our Gardens

First Edition Dust-jacket 1940 byRoland Green, Ernest Aris and R. Westcott

First Edition Dust-jacket 1940 by Roland Green, Ernest Aris and R. Westcott

This book is one I know I’ve spoken about before on here, when I received it for Christmas a couple of years ago (check out A Very Blyton Christmas for details), and I’m afraid I’ve only just gotten around to reading the book.

It is the fifth reprint, 1951 of the book, so it’s no surprise that the binding is a little loose  and the jacket a little weathered. Some of the pages are coming out, but still, its a lovely little book, and not just for sentimental reasons.

The book follows two children, Tony and Mollie who are sent to live with a kindly aunt and uncle in the country for a year because their parents have gone abroad. Their Uncle Jack is surprised that the children cannot tell the difference between the birds singing in his garden and makes it his mission to educate the children about different types of birds and let them enjoy it.

The next day, the children and Uncle Jack make a bird table, and they fill it up with things that their Aunt Jane allows them to have from the kitchen scraps. The day after that they head into the village and buy seeds and nuts, hemp and sunflower seeds, peanuts, Brazil nuts, and coconuts for the birds.

Uncle Jack tells the children how to hang the coconut and string the peanuts together. When placed on the bird table the children retreat inside and watch for the birds from the window. Much to their delight birds descend and Uncle Jack begins to tell them how to spot each bird from its markings.

Soon the children are very keen to do new things for the birds, such as making a special seed cake to put out for the birds, and how to make nesting places for the birds in the cold weather and when they make their spring nests. Over the year they spend lots of time with the birds, learning about birds they haven’t seen from Uncle Jack who draws bird feet and beaks for the children.

At Christmas the children treat the birds to a special Christmas tree where they hang the birds favourite treats on the tree and give it to the birds on Christmas morning to enjoy. Its a good present for the bird who are more exciting than the children’s presents. When they do get around to opening their presents they are excited to find that their uncle and aunt gave them bird feeders to help entice the birds into the garden.

Its a nice story really, no real adventure, and its described by the Enid Blyton Society Cave of Books as a non-fiction book and so it is. The book is based around the birds, and telling the difference between them. There are chapters where Uncle Jack draws claws and beaks for the children so they can see the difference in birds beaks so close up.

With this book, Blyton is educating us about birds, and younger children especially. Although Mollie and Tony seem quite old really, the illustrations show them as very young, around five and six perhaps, when they read as they are about nine and ten. The chapters are small and manageable, best for a younger child and a good way of introducing them to birds.

If you can find this book, I recommend getting it as it is a lovely book to add to your collection and a good one for introducing younger members of your family to Blyton and birds!

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First Term at Malory Towers – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 8

I’m intending for this to be the last part to this series, though I’ve realised there are five chapters of the book to go so I will have to see how that pans out.

Earlier posts are here: parts one, two, three, four, five and six.


CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: DARRELL AND SALLY

Only two changes in this chapter, now we seem to be past all the slapping/scolding/shaking.

Gwendoline is described as double-faced by Sally originally, which is changed to the more common two-faced. I’m not sure I’ve heard or read double-faced before but I think it’s fairly clear what it means especially in the context.

In the same piece of dialogue Sally also says that Gwendoline doesn’t care tuppence about anyone but herself. This is altered to doesn’t care a penny. I can’t say I’m aware that caring or not caring tuppenceworth is a particularly common phrase but there are sayings like just my tuppenceworth which essentially means a small contribution to something, usually an opinion to a debate or conversation.

It seems silly to make tuppence into a penny then, as tuppence is still being used in conversation. It would be another opportunity for a child reader to ask learn historical currency if nothing else.


CHAPTER NINETEEN: SALLY’S PLAN

There’s a bit of inconsistency in this chapter regarding whether it’s bathing or swimming. Bathe is changed to swim on two occasions, and Mary-Lou’s bathing-things become her swimming costume. However, the first-formers go down to the pool in their bathing costumes and beach-gowns in both editions. I’d say beach-gown was even more outdated than bathing any-things.

As usual queer is replaced with something else, though this time it also gets very added in front of it which is new. Every other time it has been a straight change from queer to strange, odd or weird etc.

And lastly for this chapter they still haven’t figured out that hie and hi are not the same.

The original hardback has an illustration of Mary-Lou rushing into the pool to save Darrell, but there are no illustrations in the paperback.


CHAPTER TWENTY: WELL DONE, MARY-LOU!

Little of note is changed here. Another reference to hard slaps is altered to scolding and crest-fallen becomes crestfallen.


CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: A SHOCK FOR DARRELL

Next to nothing is altered in this chapter either. Just  a few hyphens are removed. Out-door shoes become outdoor shoes and pitch-darkness becomes pitch darkness.

Both Stanley Lloyd and Jenny Chapple depict Mary-Lou’s midnight search for evidence against Gwendoline, though in different chapters. Lloyd shows her looking in the cupboard in the locker room in chapter 22, while Chapple depicts her coming down the stairs in chapter 21.

Both versions of Mary-Lou look rather similar in their pyjamas, don’t they?


CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: THE END OF THE TERM

And the final chapter hasn’t got much to write about either. One last queer becomes funny, half-shyly ends up as half shyly, and in the silliest example yet, hie becomes hi again.

Hi, Mary-Lou! Good-bye! Utter nonsense!


I think that’s only four genuinely new changes, as I won’t count the hyphens being removed otherwise I’d be here all night. That makes a grand (and possibly not very accurate) total of 78 changes. That means we failed to reach the hundred changes I mused over in the last post, though I’m not sure whether to be glad or disappointed in that.

I’ve listed each and every alteration in my excel chart so I actually know there are 133 alterations there (though again, that’s not wholly accurate as I’ve only listed the first one or two times a hyphen is removed from a particular pair of words) but it is similar to the way I listed the Famous Five changes and Five on a Treasure Island only had 117 changes. That means First Term at Malory Towers holds the dubious honour of being the most edited title so far.

Most of the changes, if not all, seem unnecessary to me. There was nothing that a modern child should have been truly bamboozled by, and I didn’t see anything so offensive it had to be cut.

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 18

Chapter eighteen:

Gurgle, gurgle

The children began to feel hungry half way down the hill, and decided to have lunch there again. They hunted about for a shady tree and were soon sat eating a delicious meal of ham sandwiches, pickled onions, hard boiled eggs and ginger cake. “Jane certainly does know how to cook,” Philip said, taking an enormous bite of ginger cake. “Is there enough cake for seconds, Lucy, dear?” he asked, looking over his shoulder to where Lucy-Ann sat nibbling her egg.

“Philip, you pig! Surely you don’t want another slice after the enormous one you just cut!” Dinah exclaimed.

Philip gave her a friendly punch. “Of course I do, honestly, this cake is simply wizard! Kiki, do stop pecking at the pickled onions!” Just as the girls were about to pack up, a strange noise was heard. It sounded like a groan at first, and the children thought it was just the tree they were sat under, groaning because it was old, but suddenly it got a little louder, and it began to sound more like a ‘gurgle’ as Jack put it.

“What on earth is that strange gurgle I keep hearing?” asked Jack, as they put away the bottles of ginger beer.

“It sounded more like a groan to me, probably just this tree. Looks quite old to me,” said Philip looking up into the trees branches. And then it came again, gurgle…gurgle…

It sounded rather like dirty water being let out of a basin. The children stared at each other for a moment, and it came again. They couldn’t quite make out where it was coming from.

Then it came again, gurgle…gurgle… Lucy-Ann shuddered. “What is it?” she asked, looking round. “There’s no water anywhere but the stream and we know the kind of noises the stream, because we’re camping right next to it,” Lucy-Ann said looking round. The children had a good sight of the marsh from this point, and it loomed in the distance behind the edge of the hill. Lucy-Ann pointed to it, a scared expression on her face.

“It’s the marsh,” she said, trembling. The distant gurgle sounded again. The others looked towards the marsh. It certainly did look like it came from there, for every now and again a ripple came across the smooth surface of it.

“Probably a noise the marsh makes quite often, but we’re not used to it,” said Jack, feeling rather puzzled. He’d never heard of marshes making any strange sounds before, but there was no other way of explaining it.

“We’d better get on,” Philip said at last. “And you girls can jolly well have a go of holding that bag, now that some of the food’s gone,” he said, setting off. Dinah picked up the bag, scowling after her brother. And the little party set off once more, down the steep hill, through the little rough path, beside the stream.

Eventually, the children reached the bottom, quite worn out. They sunk down in the cool shade for a while. It felt very refreshing compared to the blazing sun. They then began to look around for the large rock which covered the hole in the hill, to make sure it was still there. Yes, there it was, sturdily placed over the large gap in the hill. You could tell it had been moved a few times, for lots of dirt had fallen a little way down, scraped of when the rock had been removed. It really was a large one and the children marvelled the strength that must have been used to get it there.

“But surely it’s not for a good reason,” said Dinah, after the boys envied the people’s strength.

“Well, we don’t know that yet, do we?” Philip replied, “We know we have seen four men wandering down the hill in the dead of the night, but you never know, they could be up to anything.”

“Anyway, we must find a place for us three to hide tonight,” said Jack, turning away from the rock. “Lets look in the trees, first.”

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Monday

June is nearly over and for me that means it’s nearly holiday time! Don’t worry though, it will be business as usual on the blog.

This week you’ll get to read the next chapter of Poppy’s Adventure Series fanfic, and what will hopefully be the last part of my look at the different versions of First Term at Malory Towers. Stef has a couple of options, namely reviewing Birds of Our Garden or looking at an article about Blyton in the Malcolm Saville Society Journal, Acksherley.

In minor blog news, we hit 64,000 views recently, so thank you to everyone who has visited.

I don’t think there’s much else to say so I will end on a few photos again. (Don’t forget you can see more photos from both Stef and I over at our other blog Two Points of View.)

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure Epilogue


 

Epilogue

Christmas was fast approaching; the end of term loomed ahead of them. Their first term at St Andrews would soon be over. Teaching was beginning to wind down but there was still plenty of reading to do over the holidays. Sally had fully recovered from her experience at the top of the cathedral tower and had practically raided the campus library in an attempt to read as much as possible for the essay she had to write over the holiday. Darrell had been amused at her friend’s attempt at getting all the books into her trunk.

They were all travelling down to London’s Kings Cross by train on the next day to spend Christmas at their homes. The girls were only a short distance from each other and were confident in the fact that they would see a lot of each other over the festive period.

David was heading back to the heather clad slopes of Shropshire and Anatoly, who had been accepted into their friendship group, was heading back to London. He had assured them that he would be back next semester as he had ‘rather taken to all the physics’.

Julian had told them that he was spending the Christmas period with his family down in Kirrin. All three of his friends had warned him not to get into another adventure and Darrell had added jokingly;

“And don’t bring an adventure back with you either, Kirrin!”

They had all laughed. They felt like they could laugh now; the last few weeks with assignments and one thing and another, laughter had been thin the ground. Only when the boys’ last assessed practical and the girls’ last essays had been handed in could they even begin to look to Christmas. They had done some Christmas shopping in the town and had enjoyed hot toddies in the evenings.

It was the day before they were all due to start leaving for home. David and Julian were leaving a few hours before the others as they had more travelling to do than the girls. They met in the quieter common room in the girls’ halls as most of the girls had already gone home. The fires in the grates were still burning brightly and warmly. The rich red carpet and curtains shielded them from the worst of the cold outside.

A merry little Christmas tree in the corner of the room added to the festive cheer as they settled down in the warm chairs of the room, each with a small bag of presents to give out. Darrell fetched some hot chocolate and the five of them drank and talked for a while as the world outside the curtains got darker.

“What time do you two have to leave in the morning?” Sally asked, curling up in her chair, her cup grasped in between her hands as Julian leaned forward and threw another log on the fire.

“We’ve got to be at Leuchars train station for about six to get the train to Edinburgh. Which means being at St Andrews train station for about five,” David said leaning forward to catch some of the heat off the fire. “Then, for me, the train to Crewe leaves about ten to nine.”

“Sounds like a long day!” Sally said giving a little shiver at the thought. “And I thought that six hours to Kings Cross was going to be bad!” she said shaking her head.

“It was just lucky that my leaving tomorrow means that I don’t have to head straight down to Kirrin,” Julian said rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t be getting there until supper time if I had to do it all by one train!” They laughed at him.

“Be glad then that you are staying with your parents for a day or so before heading on down to Kirrin,” Anatoly said with a chuckle.  Julian smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m very glad that is how things have worked out,” Julian said with a chuckle.  They all looked into the fire, for a moment.

“I wonder what it’ll be like next term,” Darrell said with a smile. “I hope we don’t end up in any more adventures. I hate to think how badly my university work has suffered thanks to Julian’s nose for a mystery,” she teased her friend, winking at him. Julian pulled a sarcastic smile at Darrell.

Anatoly tightened his arm around her shoulders. Everyone had been amused at how quickly Darrell and Anatoly had gotten closer. Sally had told David and Julian that Darrell had admitted that she had always thought there was something interesting about him.

“Very funny, Miss Rivers, I do believe that you came along under your own steam,” he chuckled at her.

Darrell laughed.“Did I give you that impression? How remiss of me. You must remind me not to do so next time,” she said with a chuckle. Sally, Anatoly and David were rolling their eyes at Julian and Darrell as this conversation was going on.

“Are we going to exchange Christmas presents or not?” Sally asked before Julian could retort. She had a feeling that given the chance this could last for a long time. David was laughing silently as Sally tried to bring things under control.

“Yes, Christmas presents!” Darrell said with a chuckle. She slapped her hands on her thighs and stood up. “Come on Sally, we should go and get them.”

Sally nodded and stood up.

“It is a good thing that we brought the presents we have for you with us isn’t it?” David said with amusement in his voice as the girls turned to go and collect their presents from their room. Julian leant back against the back of the chair he was sitting on and momentarily appeared to forget his manners and lounged in a rather undignified way in the armchair. His legs splayed out in front of the fire his head almost on the seat. Anatoly and David had to laugh.

“What on earth are you doing?” Anatoly asked in between bouts of laugher.

“Sort of stretching,” Julian said with a contented look on his face as he sat up properly in his seat once more.

“It looked fairly uncomfortable for stretching,” David told him firmly.

“Oh it was,” Julian assured his friend. There was more laughter at this.

“So what did you get the girls in the end?” Julian asked his friends after half a moment’s silence.

“Nothing too fancy,” David said with a shrug, pulling his satchel towards him and pulling out the presents, neatly wrapped in brown paper and string.  “I just got them a notebook each. Something with a nice cover on it,” David added as Julian reached for his own bag. “What about you?”

“I got them some sweets,” Anatoly said, with a shrug.

“I just got Darrell a book,” Julian said, and he was about to add what he had got Sally when the girls came back into the room, each with a bag in their hands.

The girls took their seats again and the five of them exchanged presents. Darrell looked at her pile and then around at the others.

“Are we to save these for Christmas or can we open then now?” she asked with a wicked smile.

“We should really wait for Christmas day,” Sally said quietly to her friend. “Your lack of patience will be the end of you Darrell,” she added fondly to her friend. Darrell smiled at her best friend.

“I don’t see why we can’t open them now,” David said with a shrug. “If you want to that is,” he added leaning forward. “I mean that if we do open them now, we don’t have to take them home and take up space in luggage and things.”

“That is quite a clever idea, Morton,” Julian said with a loud laugh. He slapped David on the shoulder.

“The man makes an excellent point,” Darrell said, with a smile, turning her head to Sally. Sally relented and smiled.

“He is due another good idea at any rate,” Anatoly said. David chucked a cushion at him.

“All right,” Sally said with a chuckle. They all picked up a present each and began to unwrap; there were exclamations of thanks all around.

“That’s just what I needed, thank you!” David said to the girls who had got him a joint present of a new satchel. He definitely needed one, every one he had owned had broken under the weight of all his books.

“It’s actually made for hiking, it’s very strong,” Darrell explained as David turned the bag over in his hands.

“So it shouldn’t break!” Sally added with a laugh. David chuckled, getting out of his seat and giving each of the girls a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s magnificent. Thank you,” he said with a smile.

Anatoly was opening his present from Julian, which turned out to be a children’s book of spying.

“Thank you Kirrin,” said Anatoly rolling his eyes at Julian who shrugged with a laugh.

Julian was unwrapping his present from Darrell while this was all going on. He laughed when he saw that it was “The Science of Life” by H.G Wells.

“Thank you Darrell,” Julian said with a chuckle, also giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I shall enjoy reading this on the way home tomorrow.”

“Well I thought at least it would give you something to think about next term, and hopefully keep you out of trouble!” Darrell laughed gleefully as she unwrapped her present from Julian; a collection of works by Virginia Woolf.

“Just what the English lecturer ordered!” Darrell laughed happily as Sally opened her present from Anatoly.

“I swear Julian, you are a mind reader.”  Darrell carefully pretended that she didn’t see Julian mouth the words ‘Thank you’ to Sally as he sat back down. Sally on the other hand wasn’t paying much attention as she was un-wrapping her last gift, her present from Julian.  Sally opened the small cardboard tube at one end, under the wrapping paper and fished her fingers around inside the tube until she gripped on to the slippery paper inside. She grinned a little at Julian.

“I think I know what this is going to be!” she said with a laugh. Sally pulled the poster of the tube and unrolled it. She looked up at her friend with astonished eyes. Julian smiled nervously at her. Sally was very good at making him nervous.

“Is it all right?” he asked her raising his eyebrows, unsure whether her silence was a good thing. Sally nodded.

“It’s amazing! However did you find this?” she asked, as Darrell impatiently shared a look with the others.

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My fifth Noddy book: Noddy and the Bumpy Dog

My fifth Noddy book is #14 (another big jump, I know,) Noddy and the Bumpy Dog. It was another Alton buy, and one of my £1 bargains. It’s fairly tatty and lacks a dustjacket but I don’t mind.

The illustrator has changed again, this time it is Robert Tyndall and Robert Lee, with a cover by Tyndall.

Noddy and the bumpy dog

Noddy’s car-driving business takes him to Toy-Dog Town, which as the name suggests, is inhabited by toy dogs. One of them gets knocked over by a rude and hurrying sailor doll and Noddy and his passengers take care of him.

After a funny chapter with Noddy, Big Ears and a washing line of sheets, the little dog turns up again. He’s very boisterous, and as Noddy says, a very bumpy sort of dog, and although he feels sorry for him he gets cross at being bumped so often.

Noddy and the washing

He gets so cross in fact that he shoos the bumpy dog out that night – and forgets to lock the door after him. A goblin is then able to sneak in and steal his hard-earned money!

Noddy shows he’s little more than a child the next morning and bursts into tears when he realises his money is gone.

Mr Plod looking like PC Goon

Mr Plod looking like PC Goon

Bumpy dog misbehaves even more and spoils some of the Tubby Bear family’s plants so Noddy decides he has to go. He and Tessie Bear lead the dog into the dark woods with a bone so he will bury it and stay there, but instead he digs up something quite wonderful and redeems himself. He also captures a thieving goblin and takes him back to Toy Town to be dealt with by Mr Plod.


It was refreshing to have a new plot line, as most of the Noddys I have read so far involve Noddy accidentally getting into trouble. Saying that we’ve already had one story involving a theft from Noddy’s house – he should learnt a little home security goes a long way! Not an awful lot happens in this tale, all the books are short but somehow less seems to occur in this one than the others I have read.

The illustrations are lovely and there are masses of them, several full page ones like above and dozens of small ones scattered about the text. I can’t say I’ve seen much of a difference between illustrators as they are all ‘copying’ Van der Beek’s original style for the characters and scenes.

The bumpy dog is naughty

The bumpy dog is naughty

 

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Five on Kirrin Island Again by Corinna

Stef laughed at me.  This happens more often than you might think, considering we live at opposite ends of the earth.  During our last Skype conversations, all I said was “After Smuggler’s Top, I can’t help but find Uncle Quentin a bit… welll… sexy!”   I think she was lucky she wasn’t eating or drinking at the time, as she might have choked!

I did allude to this in previous blog  where I said Uncle Quentin looked rather handsome.  With this in mind, I thought my next Five should be one that features Uncle Q, and Stef (once she had finished laughing) suggested Five on Kirrin Island Again.

My edition of Kirrin Island Again is a 1965, 14th impression.  So not a terribly early one, but it does have a dust jacket in very good condition.  I also have my 1990s knight edition from the first serious I collected (referenced in previous blogs).  By the way, my Famous Five “originals” (or as close as I can get) set is coming along rather nicely:

Corinna's Five Collection.

Corinna’s Fives collection.

Still a few gaps, but I’m getting closer to having the whole set in beautiful dust jackets.

Since I’m mainly going to talk about things that relate to Uncle Quentin, I’d refer you to Fiona’s summary for the plot details.  I also need to warn you that this reflection will contain SPOILERS – so if you haven’t read the book, and don’t want to know what happens, please stop reading now!

The story begins with George finding out that her father will be using Kirrin Island – her island – for some mysterious experiments, which require him being surround by water. Being Quentin, he never thought to ask his hot-tempered, possessive daughter for permission, which causes some familial friction – another occasion where I really do feel sorry  for the long-suffering Aunt Fanny!  However, this does paint Quentin as a man who is extremely clever, mysterious and very firm when he needs to be… what’s not to like about this?!

Also, although you don’t discover the nature of his experiences until much later in the book, it turns out that he is working on something for the good of mankind:

I’ll tell you what my experiments are for, George – they are to find a way of replacing all coal, coke and oil – an idea to tie the world all the heat and power it wants, and to do away with mines and miners.

From this, you might reasonably infer that he is not only very clever, but selfless, environmentally aware and a humanitarian!

quentin and george

Uncle Quentin and George

Some time later in the story, when Quentin ends up shut down in the dungeon by the baddies, he shows a rather crafty, unexpectedly practical side when he first hides his notebook with all the details of his secret experiments in it, and then gives it to George to smuggle it out and away from the bad guys.  I liked this resourceful side of him.

However, I do have to say that I did not like that he did not go and rescue poor Timmy – I know he didn’t want to leave his notebook behind in the hiding place in case the baddies found it, and neither did he want to carry it on him in case the bad guys found it there either, but still… Timmy was there to protect him and leaving him shut up in the dungeons seems rather harsh.

By the way (and this is a non-Quentin-centric digression), I really didn’t understand why the baddies didn’t just shoot Timmy.  Of course – I understand that it is simply not in the nature of the Famous Five stories that Timmy could get hurt! But it seems to me that bad guys who have no hesitation in blowing up an island and it collapsing on top of the people they’ve captured and shut in the dungeons, would have absolutely no qualms about shooting a dog.  I’ve often wondered this in the Five books.  Sometimes Timmy runs away, or the baddies don’t know he is there, but when he is there I’m always wondering why they don’t just take him out of the picture as it seems inconsistent with their other despicable behaviour.  However, like I said, there is no place for dog-killing in a children’s book so I wouldn’t want this to happen!  I couldn’t help but notice the seeming inconsistency, however.

Back to Uncle Quentin: another stand-out Quentin moment is when he rushes up to the top of his experimental tower to smash up the equipment there – to stop the explosion that would destroy the island and everyone on it!  This was a very exciting moment in the book and Quentin is quite the hero.

Uncle Quentin saving the day

Uncle Quentin saving the day

There were so non-Quentin-centric things about the book that I also really liked (just before you think I’m completely mad).  I found Timmy’s reaction to Mr Curton and his son very interesting – I don’t recall another time where Timmy simply ignored a “baddie” – rather than obviously disliking/distrusting them (although I’m sure someone will set me straight if there were other occasions).  I also really liked how Timmy seemed to know he must stay with Quentin on the Island to protect him, even though his mistress is clearly upset at the prospect.  Good old Timmy!

Another aspect of the story that I really liked was the links back to  Five on a Treasure Island and the old map of Kirrin Island and village.  Of course, I think it is wonderful that Quentin found the alternative entrance to the dungeon when the children couldn’t!  I also really liked that the tunnel under the sea was finally found – it’s funny, I felt like that had always been part of the story and had forgotten that it wasn’t until this book, the sixth in the series, that this was discovered.

So, how did this story, with its generous helping of Uncle Quentin, fare amongst the rest?  Well, I’ve put it in third place, behind Smuggler’s Top (which wins out on some many counts – I think it will be quite difficult to topple from top spot) and Five Go Off To Camp, which has always been one of my very favourites.  They felt more action-packed, too.   Kirrin Island Again still rates ahead of Billycock Hill  and Mystery Moor.  I’m not convinced it will retain its “top three” spot – but we shall have to wait and see!

  1. Five Go to Smuggler’s Top (#4)
  2. Five Go Off To Camp (#7)
  3. Five on Kirrin Island Again (#6)
  4. Five Go To Billycock Hill (#16)
  5. Five Go To Mystery Moor (#13)
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Monday’s Post

It’s Monday again! Happens every week!

So this week we have a new blog from Corinna about Five On Kirrin Island Again, and Fiona says she will review another Noddy book for us.

I shall try and review a book, maybe The Conjuring Wizard or Birds of Our Gardens, that has been sitting on my shelf for a while, or The Queen Elizabeth Family. But we shall see.

As I’ve almost finished sharing The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, I hope you’re looking forward to reading the epilogue!

Anyway! Here’s to another week!

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 23

So here we are, Chapter 23, the last proper chapter before the epilogue, so I hope you enjoy the penultimate part of The Missing Papers.


Chapter 23

The next day the four of them were sitting in the san around Sally’s bed. She was tucked up under thick blankets with two water bottles by her sides and one under her feet. Sister had let them in for a short while to discuss the happenings of last night.

“I feel such an idiot for falling asleep,” Sally said quietly.

“No one blames you,” David said, giving Sally’s hand a little squeeze. “I found it more amusing that you fell asleep on Julian so he couldn’t see what was going on!”

Sally blushed a bright pink as Julian gave David a shove between the shoulder blades.

“It wasn’t a problem,” Julian said, glaring at David.

“All that matters was that we got him,” David said with a laugh, sitting back on the bed next to Sally’s.

“We did,” Sally agreed.

“Well technically, armed police officers caught him,” Darrell pointed out as Julian laughed at David.

“Shame that he’s not telling them where the rest of the papers are though,” David said with a sigh. “I wonder if Professor Doaty will ever get his precious papers back.”

“I suspect he will, Ainsworth won’t last long under interrogation will he?” Sally asked, giving a little cough. “Beats me how Ainsworth got into all of this to begin with.”

“Apparently it was to do with reading Karl Marx quite early in life and taking an interest when Russia took to communism. Ainsworth must have decided that he preferred communism to democracy,” Julian said with a shrug.

“And how did he know about the Professor’s experiment? And I’m guessing it was him who tried to steal your uncle’s papers?” Sally asked. She felt bad that she had fallen asleep last night, she had missed all the explanations.

“His father is the minister of science,” Darrell told Sally. “The police think that Ainsworth may have overheard something to do with the project and informed the Russians, who wanted Project Sahara for themselves.”

“So he must have tried to get into Kirrin cottage before he got up here then?” Sally asked.

“Yes, he did, but it was only picked up by the papers five days later, when we were here,” Julian said with a smile. “I asked my aunt.”

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First Term at Malory Towers – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 7

Thankfully this week I hadn’t lost either copy of the books so I was able to jump right back in with comparing them.

Earlier posts are here: parts one, two, three, four, and five.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN: A SUDDEN QUARREL

We’re back on the good old slapping problem again, from quite early in this chapter. Emily tell the Riverses that Darrell just gave a most exasperating girl some jolly good slaps in the pool. You could almost hear them up at the towers. This is changed to a jolly good shaking and  You could almost hear her squeals up at the towers. Likewise when she mentions how We’ve all wanted to do a bit of slapping where that particular girl is concerned it also becomes a bit of shaking. Alicia’s reference to slapping, when she asks Darrell what she did to Sally, also becomes shaking. At least they are being consistent within the chapter.

As usual queer is removed every time it appears. It gets traded for peculiar, strange, odd and strange again which is quite normal. But when Darrell smacks her hand down on the piano keys, a queer sound of clashing notes becomes a discordant sound of clashing notes. I’m fairly sure discordant and clashing mean the same thing though. It’d be like saying a loud sound of noisy notes. Sort of superfluous when they could have just gone with strange or odd again.

An editing mistake has crept into this chapter though as they’ve formatted two paragraphs together, violating that age old ‘new speaker needs new line’ rule. (Incidentally how many of you had NSNNL written on your work at school?)

In the hardback there is an illustration of the scene where Darrell pushes Sally over, but there’s none at all for the chapter in the paperback. As an aside, I’m glad the update didn’t try to tone down that scene, it just wouldn’t work as a scolding or a shaking!

Darrell pushes Sally Stanley Lloyd


CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A BAD TIME FOR DARRELL

We become a bit inconsistent now, as the hyphen in bed-time gets removed, but only in one instance, and Darrell thinks that Miss Grayling would hear about her scolding Gwendoline, rather than shaking her as the last chapter referred to.

As probably mentioned before the San. has become simply the san, consistently. More queers have been cut, becoming strange, peculiar and odd.

And lastly, instead of Sally’s people being telegraphed for, they are simply sent for. (Never mind that the phrase her people is probably about as out of date as the telegraph.)


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: A WONDERFUL SURPRISE

There are mostly small changes in this chapter, but a fair number of them. As always queer is lost and becomes odd, peculiar and strange (twice). Almost makes you long for a phantasmagorical or two (see here for an explanation that still might not make sense.)

Worth-while becomes worth-while, and Miss Grayling’s drawing-room becomes her sitting-room instead. Gay,as in Sally being merry and gay is changed to merry and happy, which although blander is certainly more politically correct.

Lastly, when Miss Grayling reads Darrell’s letter and comments that There is something puzzling here – where the is is italicized in the text – the italics are lost in the paperback. Originally it is clear that the head mistress is agreeing with Sally’s mother that the letter is odd and worrying, in the update she is just saying that it is odd.

This is one of the rare chapters where there are ‘matching’ illustrations. On the left by Stanley Lloyd and the right by Jenny Chapple. Chapple’s Darrell is how I imagine her, even now I have to say. Unfortunately her depiction doesn’t quite match the text as Darrell is sitting on a window-seat in this scene and then jumps off to move through the curtains, shouting on her father. I do wonder, also, why Darrell would have put on a hair ribbon or hair band when she snuck out of her dorm in the middle of the night. It’s certainly not in the text.


I count that as 7 unique changes so we are not at 74 in total. Not many chapters to go, so I wonder if we will reach a hundred by the end?

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The Rosewood Mystery by Cathy, chapter 8

ALL RATHER PECULIAR

But much to the children’s disappointment, they could not go out that night to go up to the old house, for the hot sticky afternoon saw the arrival of some very black clouds around tea-time, and they were forced to run inside with the tea things as buckets of rain hammered down.

“I love a good storm,” said Diana, standing at the patio doors to watch. It was still very hot, and Miss Pepper had left the patio doors open to let some air in, and it was lovely to sit in the sitting room and hear and see the rain splashing down on the parched garden.

“Well, that puts a stop on our night expedition,” Snubby grumbled from the window seat. “Dash it, I was really hoping to see something exciting.”

“Well we can still all watch for the light,” Roger said. “It might flash again, you never know.”

Late that night, after Miss Pepper had been asleep for some time, the children all crept into Diana’s room to watch for the light. Snubby tripped over Loony in the dark and fell into a chest of drawers. That set everyone off giggling and Diana hurriedly tried to shush everyone, as her room was next to Miss Pepper’s. After that, everything seemed funny, and all the children had fits of giggles at nothing. Thankfully Miss Pepper was sound asleep and didn’t wake at all, although even if she had have done, the loudest noise would have been the rain outside her open window.

The children watched for almost three hours but no light flashed. It was rather disappointing. Snubby began to yawn.

“Well, nothing doing,” he said, patting Loony, who was asleep on his lap. “May as well go back to bed.”

“I don’t like to go yet,” Roger said. “You can bet your life that as soon as we go, it will start.”

“Well I’m not sleepy, I’ll sit up a bit longer, and if it starts, I’ll come and get you,” said Diana.

“Suits me,” Snubby got up and promptly tripped over Loony again, who seemed to become invisible in the darkness of the room. “Come on, Loony dog – bed!”

“I’ll sit with you for a bit,” said Barney. “You never know – we might see something.”

Roger followed Snubby, leaving Diana and Barney settled at opposite ends of the windowseat.

“Maybe no-one is out in this awful rain,” said Diana. “Perhaps the rain makes it difficult to signal.”

Barney and Diana eventually fell asleep where they were sat. They slept for an hour or so, until Miranda woke Barney up by pulling at his pyjamas. She chattered very quietly in his ear and then whimpered a little. Barney stroked her in surprise. What was wrong? She seemed frightened.

His first thought was to look out of the window to see if she had seen the light. The rain was still splashing down, and the hill was in darkness. No light came from the manor. Barney sat and watched for a few minutes, cuddling Miranda, who still whimpered a little and seemed very uneasy. He wondered whether to wake Diana. She looked quite cosy, cuddled up against a pile of cushions, with a rug round her shoulders.

Suddenly, Barney sat up straight. Had he heard a noise? He could have sworn he had heard some kind of small noise in the house. He couldn’t even make out what it had been, just some kind of far-off clunk or bump or bang. He listened, waiting for it to come again. It didn’t.

He got softly up from the windowseat and stood, listening again. His movement woke Diana, who stared sleepily round and realised that she was still on the windowseat.

“Gosh!” she whispered. “How long have we….”

“Ssshh!” Barney whispered.

Diana stared at him and got up quietly. She came to stand beside him and looked at his serious blue eyes questioningly. He put his finger to his lips and pointed to the door.

“I thought I heard something,” he said. They both crept to the bedroom door and opened it a crack. They listened for a couple of minutes but heard nothing. The house was still and silent.

“Maybe it was Loony,” whispered Diana. “Maybe he’s awake.”

“Stay here,” Barney crept out of the room and across the dark landing to Roger and Snubby’s room. He pushed open the door and peeped round. Roger was curled up asleep in bed, and so was Snubby. All that was visible was the top of his red hair, and Loony was curled up against the curve of his chest and stomach, also fast asleep. He didn’t even stir when Barney peeped in.

Diana, waiting by her door, suddenly thought that she heard something too. Some sort of bump that sounded as if it was downstairs somewhere. She wanted to go to Barney but was too scared to cross the dark landing and creep down the passage to Roger’s room. She heard Barney tiptoeing back and beckoned him quickly.

“I heard something downstairs!” she whispered urgently. “A bump or something! Oh Barney – is it burglars?”

Barney stood and debated what to do. He was puzzled as to how anyone could have broken in without making a noise and waking everyone up. Miss Pepper was always very particular about locking everything securely at night, and the last thing she did every night before coming up to bed was to go round and double check all the doors and windows downstairs.

Another very small bump made Diana almost jump out of her skin and clutch at Barney.

“There’s someone down there!” she hissed. “Barney – what shall we do? What if they come upstairs?”

“I’ll go down and see,” said Barney bravely. “Go back to your room.”

“Oh no – I couldn’t!” Diana said, feeling terrified at the thought of waiting in her room alone while Barney crept about looking for burglars. “I’m coming with you!”

They crept to the top of the stairs and listened. All was silent again. Barney slowly went down one or two steps, with Diana clinging onto his arm. Miranda was on Barney’s shoulder, quite silent. She could sense that Barney and Diana felt frightened.

Diana’s heart was pounding so loud that she was sure that any burglar would hear it. They reached the bottom of the stairs and stood quietly, pressing themselves into the shadows of a big thick velvet curtain that hung there. There was absolutely no sound anywhere. Diana hated the thought that someone else might be standing there quietly too, listening for them. The longer they stood there, the more she felt that there was someone else nearby, quietly waiting.

Barney silently pointed to the sitting room and they tiptoed to the door and pressed themselves flat against the wall. They stood there for a moment, then Barney peeped his head round the doorframe. The rain clouds had cleared a little and a bit of moonlight lit up the sitting room through the patio doors. There was no-one there. Barney quickly pulled Diana into the sitting room with him and made a very quick search behind all the chairs and sofa, to make sure there was no-one hiding. He tripped over a rug on his way round and almost fell into a chair. Diana’s hand flew to her mouth to stop herself gasping. Barney put his thumb up to show that all was OK in the sitting room. He crept back to Diana and whispered in her ear.

“No-one in here. Let’s check the dining room.”

They crept across the hall. Diana still felt as if there was someone there somewhere, perhaps dodging about from room to room to avoid them as they searched. It was a horrible feeling, and she clung to Barney so hard that it hurt him. But he didn’t say anything. He knew she was scared and he couldn’t blame her. It wasn’t nice, creeping about in the dark when someone else might be hiding nearby.

The dining room was empty too. They checked the kitchen and larder quickly. Nothing there either.

Miranda began to chatter, and Diana shushed her at once.

“No – it’s OK!” said Barney suddenly. “She’s not frightened anymore, look! She’s chattering normally. She knows there’s no-one here.”

Barney switched on the light. Then he went out into the hall and switched on the light there too. Then they went back into the sitting room and did the same. It felt so much better with the lights on. Diana heaved a sigh of relief.

“What if they’ve crept upstairs while we were in the sitting room?” she whispered. “They might have been hiding in the dining room.”

“I think Loony would have woken up and barked,” said Barney. “But let’s go and see.”

Diana thought that Barney was wonderful. So brave – he seemed to think nothing of creeping round the house like this! They crept back upstairs. Thankfully there were only the bedrooms and bathroom to search up there. The bathroom was quite empty. Diana began to feel a little less uneasy now. No-one could possibly have gone into Roger’s room without waking Loony up. Barney quickly checked his room and Diana’s, then left Diana at her bedroom door while he peeped into Miss Pepper’s room. Finally they checked Roger’s room, and the two boys were exactly as they had been before. Even Loony hadn’t budged!

“How mysterious,” Diana said. “We both heard those noises, and yet there’s certainly no-one in the house!”

“Let’s go and check the doors and windows,” Barney said. “Then we’ll have a cup of cocoa or something.”

The two of them went back downstairs to the brightly lit rooms. They went round and examined every door and window, but there was nothing out of place, nothing broken, and nothing unlocked.

“It gets stranger and stranger!” said Barney. “No-one ould possibly have got in through any of these doors! They’re all locked and fastened!”

“And look – the keys are in all the locks!” said Diana. “So even if someone had a spare key, they couldn’t possibly unlock the doors from outside – the key wouldn’t go in because there is a key in this side!”

“You’re right,” Barney said, rubbing his chin in a puzzed manner. “Diana – could we possibly have imagined those noises? Maybe the first noise was outside and we imagined the rest because we were so scared?”

Diana had to admit, now they were standing in the bright, warm light, and all the doors and windows were clearly locked, it did seem a little unbelievable that anyone could have been in the house.

“Well, perhaps,” she said. “I don’t know.”

Barney was looking out of the patio doors and suddenly exclaimed.

“Look! The shed door is swinging open – maybe that’s what we heard, maybe it banged a little in the stormy breeze?”

Diana was just straightening out the rug that Barney had tripped over, then she joined him at the window.

“Yes! It could have been!” she said. “I noticed earlier that Miss Pepper had left it ajar! I believe you’re right, Barney!”

The two of them felt a great sense of relief at this. The more they thought about it, the more it seemed as if that was the answer. That was why the noises sounded muffled and they couldn’t quite tell where they came from – they were outside in the garden!

Barney made them a mug of cocoa and they took it upstairs with them. Diana sat in Barney’s room with him while they drank, then she crept back to her own room and got into bed. She no longer felt scared. Only rather chilly and a bit sleepy now. She cuddled down under her duvet and listened to a couple of owls for a few minutes before she fell fast asleep. Barney lay awake for a while, cuddling Miranda. He was almost completely sure that the noise had been the door of the garden shed. But why had Miranda been so frightened?

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Whit Monday

It’s Whit Monday and I feel it’s time for some confessions. Of a book-buying nature, of course. My books from my trip down south arrived last week, and I had an exciting five minutes going through them all and remembering what I’d bought!

So for your vicarious joy, here are some of my new books.

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First are the radio plays of three of Malcolm Saville’s Lone Pine books, Mystery at Witchend, Seven White Gates and The Gay Dophin Adventure. 

Then my new Noddy books. #10, You Funny Little Noddy (£4),#14 N0ddy and the Bumpy Dog (£1), #15 Do Look Out Noddy! (£1) and #18 Noddy Goes to Sea (£2). The cheaper ones are rather tatty and lack dustjackets but at that price I’m not complaining. There were several more for £4-£5 but I was conscious of having to get them home so I did the sensible (and dull) thing of walking away!

Lastly, the McDonald’s Secret Seven stories (still in their plastic, so sorry for the glare!) L-R Hurry Secret Seven, Hurry!, Adventure on the Way Home, Where are the Secret Seven? and The Secret of Old Mill. I bought one myself in a McDonald’s (though the girl behind the counter didn’t have a clue what I was talking about at first, maybe it was the accent?) and the others were kindly given to me by Su as she had duplicates.

DSCN6472I also got Kits at Clyton Court School by May Wynne (£2 from Francis) and The Story of the Treasure Seekers by E Nesbit (£3).

Edited to add: Would you believe I forgot about two of my new books? Two of the Famous Five adventure games which as you can see, cost me £3 each. The Secret of the Airfield which seems to be missing the cards, and The Wailing Lighthouse which has never been opened by the looks of it.

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Oh, and a handful of Nancy Drew paperbacks and Madame Doubtfire by Anne Fine but I’m sure you’re bored of looking at my books already.

So, down to business. Wednesday will be Cathy’s Barney Mysteries fic, Friday we’ll be back at Malory Towers to see what changes have been made to the text and Sunday will be a surprise from Stef.

I happened to catch the blog at this point last night:

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62,000 views exactly.

Our photo blog has been running a week as of today, so if you haven’t already don’t forget to take a look!

 

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 22


Chapter 22

Julian darted up through the hole, torch in hand. He swung the beam around until it picked out Sally, hands tied together in her lap, ankles bound and gagged, laying full length on the cold wooden floor. Julian was by her in a shot, sitting her up as the wind whipped around them. He rested her head against his shoulder, and pulled her gag off before reaching for his pocket knife. Sally sobbed against his shoulder as he deftly cut the bonds around her hands and ankles.

“It’s all right,” he called down to David and Darrell. “She’s here! Don’t come up, I’ll bring her down in a second. Better get that hot chocolate ready Darrell.”

Julian rubbed Sally’s back as her hands clutched at his jacket.

“It’s all right,” he whispered against her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We’re here, we’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her warm as she sobbed uncontrollably for a few moments.

“Someone pass me that blanket will you?” Julian called after a moment. David’s head popped up through the hole and passed the blanket to Julian, who promptly tucked it around Sally.

“Good to have you back Sally,” David said, before disappearing back down the hole.

Sally managed a small laugh as she clung to Julian. Julian looked out over St Andrews; it was quite a view from up here that was for sure, but the wind was whipping up a storm and he was sure that he could feel raindrops against his skin, coming through the windows.

He looked down at Sally, who for him rivalled the magnificence of St Andrews from this vantage point.

“Do you think you might be well enough to get down that step ladder, out of the elements for some warm hot chocolate and some food?” Julian asked her softly.

“Not in the slightest,” Sally said, her teeth chattering. “But I’ll try.”

“That’s a girl,” Julian said warmly. He pulled back from her to stand up, and then carefully helped her to her feet. The wind whipping around them threatened to through them off balance. This would have certainly meant that they would have tumbled through the glassless windows.

“David!” Julian called down to his friend. “We’re coming down, but you’ll have to give Sally a hand down.”

“Righto! Ready and waiting,” David called back up to him. Julian helped Sally hobble to the trap door.

“Sit on the side here,” Julian shouted over the wind as it picked up. “I’ll lower you down and David can catch you from below.”

Sally turned to face him, her hair whipping over her face. She didn’t say anything but pressed a kiss to his cheek. Julian felt the blush spread over his face. He helped Sally sit down on the edge of the trap door. She had been shaken up too much for Julian to be prepared to let her walk down the ladder on her own.

Julian took the Sally’s weight as he prepared to lower her down, his recently unbound shoulder protesting at being asked to support so much extra weight, but Julian ignored it.

“Got her!” David called a second later, and Julian felt Sally slip away from him.

David smiled at Sally as he gently dropped her to the floor. “You had us worried there!” he told her, with a wink. “It was only because Julian is as good as sniffer dog that we found you!”

He didn’t get a reply as Darrell had flung herself on Sally and the two of them were almost sobbing by the time Julian came down the ladder.

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My Fourth Noddy Book: You Funny Little Noddy

I have some new Noddy books now, ones I bought in Alton the other week. I picked them up from the Post Office this afternoon, just in time to read and review for the blog.

I’ll continue trying to do them in chronological order (not easy when it’s random ones I’ve bought) but the next in the series that I have is #10 You Funny Little Noddy! 

I paid £4 for it, which wasn’t bad at all as it’s in a nice condition and has a complete dustjacket. As with all Noddy books there’s no date inside though I know it’s not a first. The dustjacket is a different colour from the first edition and the back flap of the dustjacket differs too.

The first edition with lilac boards. Mine is a pale peach colour.

The first edition with lilac boards. Mine is a pale peach colour.

This time Peter Wienk is the illustrator (the others I’ve reviewed were by Harmsen Van der Beek and Mary Brook.)


THE STORY

This story opens with Noddy waking up to find it is pouring with rain. The milkman thinks he will get plenty of business in his car because of the weather (which sounds sensible until you remember Noddy’s car has no roof and his passengers will get just as wet presumably) so the little man hurries to get ready. Big Ears turns up and gives him an old mac which is rather too big and so he sets off looking for customers.

Between his over-sized mac and some irritating customers Noddy is soon in trouble, knocking over a lamppost and a postbox, both incidents unfortunately witnessed by Mr Plod who seems to be a very effective policeman in terms of being everywhere at once. He believes Noddy to be misbehaving though and demands he pays fines for the things he has knocked over.

Mr Plod just keeps on turning up – he’s around when an umbrella wielding passenger makes Noddy crash into a fruit stall and again when Noddy tries to cheer himself up by splashing his car through the puddles and accidentally soaks Mr and Mrs Jumbo. After that it goes down in Mr Plod’s little notebook that Noddy is due one good spanking (bet that becomes a scolding in the reprints!)

Noddy is so upset he runs away, putting his wet and non-jingling hat in his pocket as he goes.

Wouldn't you run away if these two were angry at you?

Wouldn’t you run away if these two were angry at you?

His car drives itself to Big Ears who gets worried and goes to see Mr Plod in the morning. The police man is quite worried himself and admits he now knows Noddy wasn’t to blame for all the incidents of the previous day.

Mr Plod puts out notices at all four roads out of the village, which read;

LOST. LITTLE NODDY

DRESSED IN BLUE HAT WITH BELL, RED SHIRT, BLUE SHORTS AND RED SHOES WITH BLUE LACES. YELLOW SCARF. A REWARD WILL BE GIVEN FOR ANY NEWS.

Funnily though, nobody comes forward with any news. Can you guess why?

Noddy ends up in Clockwork Car Town and earns himself some money winding up the cars there. He gets invited to a big car race later that day and goes along, ending up driving one of the cars when the driver is too shaky and nervous to compete himself. He wins, and is given half the prize money. Being the kind hearted soul he is he decides to use the money to make up for all the trouble he caused that morning. After he has treated himself to three ice creams of course!

He takes the train home, riding on the engine, and goes straight to the police station. Everyone is there, and they’re so very glad to see him back in once piece that there’s quite the celebration.

A quintessential Noddy scene complete with a golliwog.

A quintessential Noddy scene complete with a golliwog.


I thought the plot was fairly similar to Noddy and His Car, as Noddy drives about and gets into trouble in that too, and then I realised all the Noddy books I’ve read so far involve Noddy accidentally getting into trouble or getting blamed for something he didn’t do.

Still, it was a nice, short read and an enjoyable instalment in the series. I hope, though, that there is a different type of plot to some of the other books or they might all start to feel too ‘samey’.

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Five Go Underground by Laura

I was always fascinated by the Famous Five stories that involved caves in some way or another when I read them as a child and again as an adult. And I wasn’t the only one – I used to work as a cave guide (my childhood catching up with me?) and a colleague and fellow Blyton enthusiast remarked on how many of her books featured caves.

I could think of a couple, but he went on to list at least six others and he was sure there were more than that. And that was before we even looked at her other series, such as the Adventurous Four, the Adventure series and even the Faraway Tree.

I decided to go through the list and found that sixteen of the Famous Five books featured caves (including the first seven books). For argument’s sake I decided to include secret passages if they went underground:

Five on a Treasure Island (#1)– right from the beginning of the series, we see the children and Timmy heading underground. This time it’s exploring the dungeons of Kirrin Island, described by George as the most rambling spread-out maze of caves I’ve ever known.

The Five find one of the entrances to the dungeons on Kirrin Island

The Five find one of the entrances to the dungeons on Kirrin Island

Five Go Adventuring Again (#2) – after spending a good part of the book searching for the secret way, the Five set off down it. It’s never mentioned whether the rocky, narrow passage is natural or was made by someone long ago, one of George’s ancestors perhaps, but I’ll count it for now.

Five Run Away Together (#3) – the Five return to Kirrin Island and this time, along with the spooky dungeons, there’s a cave near the sea that they’re using as a hidey-hole. Even though it’s one of ones that’s the most exposed to daylight, it’s still one of my favourites – it sounded like the perfect camping spot to me

Five Go to Smuggler’s Top (#4) – the hill below Smuggler’s Top is riddled with tunnels that people have been lost in and never heard of again. So of course the children, Timmy and even Uncle Quentin end up down there.

George misses her footing on her way down into the catacombs

George misses her footing on her way down into the catacombs

Five Go Off in a Caravan (#5) – I didn’t remember the cave in this one at first, but there’s a mysterious hole under a caravan that leads to an immense cave. I won’t mention what’s in the cave in case anyone hasn’t read it.

Five on Kirrin Island Again (#6) – almost every trip to the island seems to involve the dungeons in one way or another (I think the only exceptions are the quick visits in Five Have Plenty of Fun and Five Are Together Again). And this time there’s a new entrance to be explored.

Five Go Off to Camp (#7) – Anne’s ‘volcano’ turns out to be related to the train tunnels that run underneath the moor… and the spook trains that run through them. Train tunnels are a bit of a stretch, but they’re still underground.

Five Fall Into Adventure (#9) – this was another one where I didn’t remember the existence of a cave in the cliffs Jo leads the boys to. It doesn’t play a huge role in the book, but it does deserve to be included on the list.

Five Go Down to the Sea (#12)– when the Five go to see where a strange light is coming from, they find their way into a secret wrecker’s passage and end up locked in a cave. Natural or man-made, they seem to make excellent prisons.

The Five are caught in the wrecker's way

The Five are caught in the wrecker’s way

Five Go to Mystery Moor (#13) – after getting lost on the moor, Anne and George are caught and held prisoner in a cave. Luckily Timmy is around, as he is often the only one who can safely find the way in and out.

Five on a Secret Trail (#15) – not far from Kirrin Cottage is another network of tunnels, caves and underground streams; these ones might have even been used back in Roman times.

Five Go to Billycock Hill (#16) – this is one of the first Famous Five books my friend mentioned with reference to caves; these ones have roped ways and warning signs about losing your way in the unroped tunnels.

The Five are frightened out of the caves

The Five are frightened out of the caves

Five Get Into a Fix (#17) – this is one of the more dangerous caves that the Five venture into, not because of the risk of losing their way but the underground river. The easiest way in is via a pot-hole on the moors, known to their friend Aily.

Five on Finniston Farm (#18) – there’s another secret passage in this book, running between the cellars of an old castle (which is long since gone, leaving almost no trace) and the old chapel. Natural or man-made? Hard to tell.

Five Go to Demon’s Rocks (#19)– this was another of the caves I remembered well; the network of caves running under Demon’s Rocks that were once used by smugglers and are extremely dangerous when the tide starts to come in.

Five Have a Mystery to Solve (#20) – the first sign of the underground caves on Whispering Island is when Dick looks through a small window in the well. Then the Five and Wilfred find their way to the bottom of the Wailing Cliffs and into the caves and underground rooms.

Sixteen books that feature caves and underground passages! That’s certainly more than either of us remembered – or any of my family guessed when I told them I was counting.

Maybe it goes some way towards explaining why people find caves so exciting and mysterious.

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First Monday in June

Gosh this year is going so fast. We’re in JUNE already – now that is scary!

So this week we have a new contributor, Laura with a very specific catalogue of Famous Five caving locations!

Fiona is going to (hopefully) do another Noddy book, assuming I send them in time (I still haven’t managed to send her the books she brought when she was down with me a couple of weeks ago).

I don’t know what I shall do, maybe a review of the O’Sullivan twins if I get around to reading it, or another review entirely. I also might favour you with another Character examination; if you remember I’ve already looked at Timmy, and Bill Robinson from Malory Towers. Now I’ve almost come to the end of The Missing Papers, it seems I won’t be able to fall back on my story when I haven’t had the time to blog! Oh dear! Still I’m sure I’ll manage something!

So I shall leave you with some more pictures from the day out at Old Thatch that Fiona and I took with the Enid Blyton society, and because people have been wondering about where all the people are in my pictures, I shall include some! Also don’t forget to go over to Two Points of View, to see some more of our pictures!

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