The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 13


Chapter 13

Sally awoke the next morning, having had a restless night. Her harshness towards Julian had plagued her thoughts the previous evening and had troubled her in her sleep causing her to wake every few hours. She didn’t like the person she had become yesterday and made up her mind that even though she believed that she had been right in telling Julian that he should give up on this mystery as it was too far out of his reach, she felt that she could have maybe handled things better. Darrell hadn’t said as much yesterday but Sally knew her friend would think it best that she apologised.

Sally didn’t like the idea of making a special trip to St Salvator’s just to apologise to Julian as she thought that it touched a little too heavily on the feelings she was beginning to have for him, and would make things all too obvious. However the idea of waiting was torturous.

She took a deep breath and reached across the room to poke Darrell on the shoulder as she slept in her bed not three feet away.

“Darrell!” Sally called gently. “Darrell wake up! Oh do wake up! I need to talk to you about something rather important!”

Darrell rolled on to her back, groaning in protest against being woken up so early. She yawned and when she finally opened her eyes, the first thing she did was reach for her alarm clock.

“Sally its half past five in the morning! Whatever is so urgent? Why aren’t you asleep?” she yawned propping herself up in bed on her elbows and peering bleary eyed at her best friend.

“I’m very tempted to say that if the building is not on fire then I’m going back to bed,” she added sulkily. She hadn’t spent the night worried about how her words yesterday had affected anybody and had been quite blissfully asleep until her friend had poked her, but Darrell guessing that Sally wouldn’t have woken her without good reason and did her best to be awake and listen to her.

As Sally poured out her conundrum, Darrell began to wish that Sally could have held on a little long before asking her these questions.

“So what do you think I should do?” Sally asked Darrell, feeling bad for waking her, but at the same time desperate for an answer. “Should I go over before breakfast or wait until we see him later today?”

Darrell yawned again, burrowing under her blankets so her head was the only part of her that could be seen.

“Before breakfast might not be a good idea,” Darrell conceded after a moment’s thought. “Maybe you should try and catch him and David as they go to their morning lecture. You don’t start until ten today, so you’ll have plenty of time to meet them at their lab and then go on to your lecture,” she said carefully, hoping that this would be a sensible idea. It was usually Sally who had sensible ideas not her; Darrell was usually the one who needed a sensible word and help to solve a problem, not Sally. Darrell wasn’t all too sure that she liked this new role reversal.

Sally nodded with understanding.

“I think you’re right,” she said with a small smile. “That would be the best way. I just hope that I can find him… them before their first lecture.”

“I’m sure that won’t be a problem, but now, if you don’t mind, there is still a good two hours before we actually need to be up, and I would like to get a bit more sleep. Do try not to fuss until then and get a rest, there’s a good sport,” Darrell said turning over on her side again, her face away from Sally.

“Yes, alright, I shall try,” Sally said, turning over with a slightly easier mind now and pulled her blankets up over her shoulders.

With her back to Sally and her covers pulled almost over her head, Darrell grinned to herself. Sally had slipped up a little bit. Julian seemed to be playing on her mind more than she would care to admit. Darrell had to stop herself from chuckling, it was slightly amusing to see Julian and Sally dance around each other even if it was something that would quickly become tedious. Darrell was still amused as she dosed off again until the alarm woke her two hours later.

Sally was rather quiet and serious as they got ready for breakfast and got their books together for their first lecture, she was thinking about what she would say to Julian if she could catch him before his lecture. Darrell kept sending her little encouraging smiles as they got ready to go down to breakfast.

The girls went down rather quietly, Sally clearly being slightly nervous at her task ahead. Darrell chattered a little about the weather and the work they had left to do. Sally responded as naturally as she could but her mind wasn’t really paying attention to what Darrell was saying as much as she would have liked. Darrell relented over breakfast and dug out one the novels she had to read for English literature, while Sally tried not to worry herself silly over Julian’s reaction. She still wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him exactly.

As soon as she had finished her breakfast Sally began to make a move, but stopped half way through her preparations to leave. Darrell looked up at her inquiringly.

“What’s up?” she asked marking her place in her book with her finger. “You look scared. Julian’s not going to bite your head off,” she grinned.

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Five on a Treasure Island – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 7

The book is getting to some of its most exiting scenes now, so I wonder what effect that will have had on the editor’s pen? [I’ll admit to one of my grammar problems now, I really struggle with affect and effect. Someone, please correct me if I’ve got it wrong just now!]

A reminder of earlier posts: part one, two, three, four, five and six.


CHAPTER THIRTEEN: DOWN IN THE DUNGEONS

Well, a disappointing moment for my theory. Hardly anything got edited in this chapter. Maybe the editor got swept up in the story.

What was changed was the usual stuff, queer becoming weird and then strange, whilst being altered to while twice, and a bit of de-hyphening if that’s a real word. The modern edition has is a little more consistent here, Blyton uses key-hole twice and keyhole once, whereas this is altered to read keyhole in all three instances for the paperback.

On the plus side, I was able to enjoy more of this chapter instead of constantly putting the book down to make notes! Anyway, onwards.


CHAPTER FOURTEEN: PRISONERS!

Well, we seem back on form already. By the second line of the chapter we’ve got a silly change. In the original, George is dumbly staring at the ingots, and holding one in her hand. This has been changed to in her hands. The previous chapter tells us they walked in, flashing their torches, so I wonder if George has a third hand secretly, so she’s got two on the ingot and one on her torch. I can’t think why this has been changed, unless they think George (who’s just been smashing a heavy door with an axe) is too weak to hold an ingot with one hand.

Next, capitalised words are made lower-case. Julian is yelling down the passage; WE’VE FOUND THEM! HURRY! HURRY! the capitals adding volume and drama. In lower-case, it lacks the same punch. I’m not advocating using capitals every time someone raises their voice, but sparingly they do add to the story.

Another baffling alteration, George originally tells the men that The island and the castle belong to my mother. It gets changed to This island… I’m sure both are perfectly correct but I’m not sure why they went to the effort of changing it.

There were two queers in this chapter, but of course they are now strange and odd. And finally, worth while is altered to worthwhile which is a more common way of saying it these days.

So still not many changes for quite an action-packed chapter.


We were at 95 changes by my rough count, now it’s 107 as there were only 12 changes between these two chapters. I think that’s the least yet, and as someone who loves to come up with theories, may I suggest the editor got bored and/or tired by this stage?

In fact, this post is so short I’m going to treat you to a third chapter. (Also, there’s an odd number in the book so it’s this or a whole post on a single chapter later!)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: DICK TO THE RESCUE!

Another barely-touched chapter here. We’ve got two whilsts to whiles, which is consistent anyway.

Also, Dick thinks it’s lucky that he’s good at gym, in the original this has a full stop after it to signify it’s short for something, and that’s been removed in the paperback, presumably as gym has been adopted into normal usage. It actually made me stop and wonder exactly what it was short for. Gymnasium, the room you would do gym in doesn’t make sense in the context, so I’m left thinking gymnastics. He’s talking about climbing ropes so that makes sense, though at school when we said gym we meant any sort of physical lesson – what was known as PE (physical education) at high school, or games if you went to a posher school, and it covered everything from swimming and running to tennis, hockey, volleyball, badminton, basketball and so on.

And last but not least, something that’s happened a few times, hie becomes hi. This time Dick is speaking, calling for Julian and George, Hie, Julian! Hie, George! who are locked in the room with the ingots. He’s not saying hello, and if he was he wouldn’t say hi, he would say hallo most likely.


Another four changes takes us to 111 then, and a good place to stop. Only two more chapters to go, so that’ll go on in about two weeks, and then… well, I’m tempted to do another book, but looking at the 2010 (I think) editions where they become Mum and Dad. But I don’t know, I might have a fit of apoplexy and never write again if I did that.

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The Rosewood Mystery by Cathy, chapter 4

SETTLING IN!

The rest of the afternoon was spent exploring the little cottage. There was a kitchen and larder at the back, which looked out over part of the garden, and a pretty sitting room which had lovely big wooden-framed glass doors that opened out onto the other part of the garden. Miss Pepper told the children that she would always have the doors open in the hot weather, which they loved the idea of as they could wander in and out as they pleased, and feel the nice breeze coming in when they were sat in the sitting room.

At the other end of the sitting room was a lovely big window seat covered with soft cushions, and Loony claimed this at once, looking most cosy snuggled up there. Miranda wanted to sit there too but Loony was right in the middle, so the little monkey picked up a cushion and started to hit Loony with it, to try and get him to move up.

On the other side of the hall there was a small dining room with table and chairs.

The rooms upstairs were just as quaint. All the bedroom ceilings sloped in one direction or the other, and were full of dark old beams. As the pretty garden surrounded most of the cottage, everyone’s rooms looked out onto the bright green lawn. Diana’s room was closest to Miss Pepper’s, Barney’s was next to Diana’s, and Roger and Snubby’s was farthest away on the other side of the cottage. Miss Pepper had put them there in the hope that she would get a bit of peace from Loony.

Diana also discovered that her bedroom window gave her a view of the manor up on the hill. It looked a most exciting place.

The little bathroom was done out in pale blue and white, with matching towels. Everyone was thrilled with the cottage, and Miss Pepper felt pleased and proud that they all loved her little second home. She meant to spend a lot of time there. The village was prettier than the one where she currently lived.

After supper that evening, Barney kindly noticed that Miss Pepper looked very tired, so he politely suggested that they should all go to bed. He nudged Roger and Roger understood at once, feeling sorry for Miss Pepper who had done a lot of driving that day and had made them a fine supper with Diana’s help. Miss Pepper usually liked to go to bed early anyway, so the children said goodnight and went up to their pretty little rooms. Miss Pepper read a bit more of her book and then went up to bed too.

Diana was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Her little bed was very comfortable and she had her bedroom window open so she could hear the owls hooting in the trees. As it happened she didn’t hear any at all – she was asleep too quickly!

Barney kept awake while Miranda explored their room, then when she grew accustomed to where everything was, she leapt onto Barney and snuggled down against him, putting her arms round his neck.

Roger and Snubby took longer to go to sleep, mostly because Loony was racing about the room, wide awake.

“Oh, Loony, settle down!” protested Snubby, who was actually quite sleepy. Loony leapt onto the bed, and Snubby thought he was about to settle, but then he took a flying leap over onto Roger’s bed and gave a delighted bark. Then he shot off round the room yapping excitedly, before leaping onto both beds again and then proceeding to lick Snubby’s face.

“Oh get off, dog!” Snubby pushed him away from his face. “I’ve already had a wash thanks, I don’t need another one!”

Roger gave a loud roar of laughter.

“Snubby! You’ve got another dirty mark on your chin! Loony is trying to wash it off!”

“How can I have a dirty mark?” protested Snubby. “I’ve just washed!”

“No idea,” said Roger, snuggling down. “It beats me how you always seem to get filthy all the time.”

“Well I’m not getting up again,” Snubby said decidedly, arranging his pillow and giving Loony a pat as he settled in the crook of his knees. “Dirty mark or not.”

Roger didn’t answer. He was asleep! Snubby lay awake for about fifteen minutes, then he fell asleep too. The household was quiet save for the owls in the garden. But Diana missed them all!

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Monday

I hate to speak too soon but I think it might have stopped raining?

I hope so, we had some really nice springy weather yesterday, in which I went for a walk in, with my dear friend Catherine (and managed to seriously twist my ankle something rotten) but never the less it was  nice change to be able to go for a walk and not have to worry about the rain.

Anyway this week, we have another chapter of Cathy’s Rosewood Mystery, catch up with the latest here. Fiona is doing her last part of her Five on a Treasure Island Updates.

Now from me, well that’s a bit tricky, does anyone mind if we play pot luck? Sorry I’m so lax at the moment, but at least we’ve had no complaints about how many chapters of The Missing Papers you’ve been getting from me! Anyway, we shall see what I can manage to give you!

In other news we reached 102 followers over on our Twitter Page  if you have twitter, please check us out and give us a follow! We do tweet some very interesting Blyton stuff I promise! You can even read about Fiona’s book  nightmares!

Right so a bit of a change to end things on this week, I thought I would share a poem I have written with you about the Long Mynd in Shropshire, titled Silence in the Hills.

Silence in the Hills

At the end of Summer,
When all the walkers have gone home,
The hills stand silent and lonely,
Except for the cries of the birds
and the bleats of the sheep.
The hills fall silent through the absence of people
The wind rushes through the bracken
So the hills begin to whisper

At night the hills are cold,
and only wildlife should roam their slopes
As the stars sparkle in the velvet dark sky,
the silence takes control
Sometimes a mist descends,
coating the hills in swirling white
covering them like a woolen blanket
making the hills more silent then before

When it lifts, the silence stays,
and the buzzing of life returns,
but all in all, the silence stays
sometimes more silent than before
rich, and textured and wild.
The silent hills call to all,
wanting to team with life.

 
Cardingmill Valley, The Long Mynd, Shropshire June 2013 by Stephanie Woods

Cardingmill Valley, The Long Mynd, Shropshire June 2013 by Stephanie Woods

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 12

Not read any so far? Catch up on the other chapters by clicking here.


Chapter 12

Sally was sitting in the library, trying to get some of her work done. Her books were stacked up in a neat pile in front of her as her pen flew across her paper.  She was trying to clear her mind of what she had said to Julian earlier in the day. She wasn’t sure if she really meant it, or had just said it because she was just being her usual sensible self.

Sally tried to push it all out of her mind to try and focus on what she was trying to write, but she couldn’t concentrate. She found herself gazing out of the window by the desks, looking at out at the quadrangle. She spotted Thomas with one of his friends walking about outside. They seemed to be pacing back and forth, discussing something, and sharing a cigarette.   She recognised the second boy as the one she’d seen trying to calm Thomas down a week or so ago.

Sally watched them for a while, the boys didn’t seem to realise that they were being observed, they were discussing something that gave the appearance of being urgent. Sally saw the boy she didn’t know the name of, hand a brown envelope to Thomas and head off a second later.

Thomas, assuming that no one could see him, put the brown envelope inside his jacket before stubbing out the last of the cigarette and walking off. Sally frowned.

That was the second time she’d seen Thomas acting peculiar; and last time she’d told Julian what she suspected. She wasn’t sure how this episode would be received so she made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t mention it to anyone unless it was a policeman. She really wasn’t sure if it was important or not.

Sally tried to get on with her work, but her thoughts kept leading back to Julian. She sighed inwardly and was just checking the time to see if she could pack up and go and get dinner yet when she heard footsteps approaching her. She looked up and out between the gap in the shelves that allowed people to get to the desks where she was sitting and saw Ainsworth. He must have sense she was there and looking at him, because he dragged his gaze to meet hers and smiled. It was a charming smile, one filled with politeness, safety and was quite capable of making a girl blush because it made her feel like the only girl in the room. To her horror, Sally felt herself blushing as she smiled back at him, maybe a little less enthusiastically than she normally would have done.

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The Famous Five 90s Series: Some More (Funny) Captions

A while back I posted these, and so for today I thought I’d post a few more funnies to do with the 90s Famous Five series.

First up is a lengthy one entitled A study of Famous Five covers. I really can’t remember how this started but it’s me alone you should blame, because I’ve never seen such a lengthy joke revolving purely around leaning.

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It made me laugh anyway. And following on from that:

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And to finish off, one of my earliest captions (on the theme of photo-shoots rather than leaning,)

buffetpaulI apologise to all four actors, I don’t believe for a second any of them were quite so silly even at that age. I’m just having a bit of fun at their expense.

I’ve probably got enough captions still to do a third post (yes I spent far too long coming up with so many,) I just had to edit out a bit of bad language on one or two of them before they’re fit for general audiences.

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 13

Chapter thirteen:

Very peculiar

The children waved goodbye to Alf and began to walk back in the direction of their camp. Lucy-Ann looked at the boys with scared eyes. “What do you suppose Alf meant about those men, are they dangerous?” she asked.

“Oh, he was most probably dreaming, Lucy-Ann. Don’t worry, you’ve got me and Philip to look after you,” Jack said.

Lucy-Ann seemed content with this and skipped along, picking raspberries off the bushes she passed and popping them into her mouth. Dinah ran ahead to grab her torch which she had forgotten and left at the camp. Philip had tied the rope round his waist a few times, for when they were to explore the cave in the hill. Everyone had their torches in their pocket. When the boys were alone, Lucy-An skipping in front and Dinah running over to the tent, the boys discussed what Alf had said. “How can old Alf have seen two figures if we saw four?” Philip asked Jack, in a low voice.

“Easy,” Jack replied grinning. “Remember Alf said he saw two men, walking up the hill, when we saw them going down. Well we both must have seen the men at different times.”

“What do you mean?” asked Philip impatiently.

“What I mean is, we saw four men going down the hill, two of them captive. Well, the other two must have hidden the captives somewhere and locked them up, and then made their way back up the hill, only two of them now,” Jack explained.

Philip nodded. “It’s the only explanation, and a very good and believable one too, good work Jack!” he said.

“But there’s still lots of question we can’t yet, answer, like who the captives were, why they were being held captive, where they are being held prisoner, and where on earth is Bill?” Jack moaned.

“You know, I think we’ve dived head-first into another hair-raising adventure,” said Philip slowly.

“And we’re going to solve it,” Jack laughed.

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Monday

Well it’s Monday again, so it’s time for another Monday post.

There’s not much news this week, but I have added a link to our Pinterest to the blogroll. We’ve got boards on every Blytony topic possible from Blytony places, fashions and crafts to the books and TV series, and best of all you don’t have to have an account to take a look around.

Our contributor this week is Poppy, and the latest chapter of her Adventure Series fan fiction. Stef hopes to look at The Castle of Adventure and I’ve not quite decided what I’m going to do.

And as always I’ll leave you with some photos. I felt quite Jack-Trentish this week as I got quite a few bird pictures.

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 11

Hope you don’t mind a double helping of fan fiction this week! Hope you enjoy!

Previous chapters:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten


Chapter 11

“Nothing,” Darrell sighed as they flopped down into the comfortable seats in the little cafe in the high street they favoured. “Not one thing; and I thought you were supposed to be good at this Julian!” she added in a teasing fashion sitting back up as David brought the tray full of cups and a tea-pot to the table.

Julian, who hadn’t flopped down quite as vigorously as the others thanks to his shoulder, was leaning forward-looking despondently at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I really thought that would make sense as a place for someone to hide something. I clearly didn’t think things through,” he added as Darrell played mother with the tea-pot.

“Maybe we should just leave it for now,” Sally suggested as Darrell handed her a cup of tea. “I mean you are still on medication for your shoulder Julian. You can’t do everything and maybe this is one mystery you don’t need to solve. There are special people who can sort this out, that are government trained.”

There was silence once Sally had spoken. Julian wasn’t sure what to say; he wanted to act like a boy much younger and throw a tantrum. He knew he could solve this, like he had before.

Sally seemed to pick up on the quiet mutiny that was going through Julian’s head at the moment. She put her tea cup down calmly before swallowing her mouthful of tea and saying;

“Julian, you’re not fifteen anymore. This is very nearly the real world, we’re not trained to do any mystery solving and you can’t afford to miss any of your lectures to work twenty-four hours on sorting this out. It really has nothing to do with us.”

Julian stared at Sally, a little astonished at what she had just said. He fought for control over his temper. He wasn’t the one in the family to have fits of temper, his cousin George was certainly one for that, but that didn’t mean that Julian didn’t have a temper. His jaw locked as he looked at Sally, wrestling with himself over the problem.

Part of him knew that she was right, this wasn’t a problem he should be concerning himself with, and there were professionals who would be able to do a better job than him, but the younger version of himself was telling him that he was capable of solving this like he had done some many times before. The sensible part of his brain then reminded him that he had not been alone in solving those other mysteries, his brother, sister and cousin had been invaluable.

Julian very slowly put down his cup, gave one short curse nod at Sally, got up and headed out of the cafe.

“I think you just gave him one big reality check there, Sally,” Darrell said lifting her cup to her lips and raising an eyebrow at her friend.

Sally slumped back in her seat and sighed. She craned her neck around to see if she could spot Julian from where they sat. She put her cup down and went to stand up, but David’s hand was on her arm before she could even stand, pulling her back down into her seat.

“I wouldn’t if I were you,” David said kindly. “I think he needs some time alone.”

Julian wandered away from the cafe and back towards the beach. He needed some time to think about what Sally had said, take it in, run over it all in his mind. In all his years leading the Famous Five, not even Dick, his brother, had called him out on this level before.

Maybe he was just pretending that things were the same and that he could fix things like always, or maybe Sally was right, it just wasn’t feasible in the long run. He was in the adult world now.

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Five on a Treasure Island – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 6

So as promised here is the next two chapters of Five on a Treasure Island, compared to note any textual changes between them. (In case you’re just joining us, I’m comparing a 1965 17th impression to a 1997 paperback.)

Earlier posts can be found here, here, here, here and here.


CHAPTER ELEVEN: OFF TO KIRRIN ISLAND

I’ll start with the sort of changes we’ve seen a lot of already.

There’s only one use of queer in this chapter and it becomes odd instead. Three whilsts become whiles, and Julian’s clean shorts become clean jeans. Also, hie Tim! is now hi Tim! (last time it was changed to hey Tim!)

The first new alteration I spotted is in George’s long internal monologue. She thinks I wish I was like them. Or in the modern copy, she wishes she were like them. Quite a petty little change, I’m not sure if one is technically more correct than the other but I didn’t see much wrong with was in the first place.

Another petty change is made later to one of Julian’s pieces of dialogue. Originally he says we must find out exactly under what spot the entrances to the dungeons are, but by 1997 it has become under which spot. Again it seems pointless to change one little word in the sentence like that when it still says the same thing.

The last change I spotted is clearly a typing error (at least I hope so.) I can’t imagine what that is, said Julian, puzzled, has become I can imagine, which makes no sense.


CHAPTER TWELVE: EXCITING DISCOVERIES

Again, starting with familiar alterations the three queers become funny, strange and peculiar in that order, and queerest becomes strangest.

After three hours hard work gets an apostrophe added, so it becomes three hours’. I see that written a lot – in fact if you write it in Word without the apostrophe you get the blue squiggly line under it that implies it might be a grammatical error (on that note, how does the blue differentiate from the green in Word? Red is misspellings, green is grammar, so what’s blue exactly?) Not that I trust Word implicitly, it keeps wanting me to write “Its fine,” in dialogue and other foolish things. Anyway, I actually don’t like the apostrophe in those uses. It implies the work belongs to the three hours, when really it’s saying three hours of work. Unless it signifies the missing of, as it would signify the missing o in don’t.Either way it seems to be grammatically correct these days so I probably should just accept it.

I’m not sure about the next alteration. Rings are only let into stones that need to be moved seems like an all right sentence to me. You let a bucket down into water, so in the same way you could probably let a ring into a stone. Anyway, it’s now been changed to set into stones which might make more sense. Maybe.

Tim no longer loses his foot-hold, instead he loses his footing. Foot-hold seems fine and quite clear in meaning to me.

Finally, there’s a bit of editing to the various echoes that occur in the dungeons. I’m not going to type the whole lines out but essentially Blyton uses a mix of capitals and small letters in her echoes (along the lines of “it’s an echo, it’s an ECHO, IT’S AN ECHO etc) but in the paperback all echoes are all in caps. I think Blyton gives a better impression of an echo, as they do change slightly as they bounce around.

On a side note, referring back to the last post (I think) I made where I commented on weird being used, it’s actually in this chapter. And it still looks odd and distinctly un-Blytonish to me despite the fact I’ve read this book countless times. I suppose before I’ve always gotten so swept away in the excitement of reading that I haven’t taken the time to notice every little word.


So that’s another seventeen changes, and if my counting is about right, we’re up to 95 alterations. Nearly at the one hundred mark! (I’m aware my count is in not very accurate as I’ve counted every instance of queer being changed but only the first time to-morrow became tomorrow etc.)

The story’s getting to a quite thrilling part now, and I’ll have chapters 13 and 14 done over the next two weeks.

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The Rosewood Mystery by Cathy, chapter 3

OFF TO ROSEWOOD!

Miss Pepper came to collect the children two days later. Mrs Lynton was pleased to see her old governess, and gave her a hug and kiss when she came up the front path.

“It’s so kind of you to invite the children to stay with you,” she said. “They’re all looking forward to it, I know.”

“They’ll enjoy it I think,” Miss Pepper smiled. “It’s a beautiful place, and there will be plenty for them to do.”

The two women then disappeared to have some tea and talk about the holiday.

“Mummy – shall we put the trunks into the car?” called Diana.

“Yes, you can do!” called back her mother.

The four children proceeded to load their cases and trunks into Miss Pepper’s car. Soon they were ready to go, and when Miss Pepper had finished having tea and cake with Mrs Lynton, everyone assembled in the drive to say their goodbyes.

“Goodbye Mummy, we’ll see you soon!” Diana called.

“Enjoy your peace and quiet!” called Roger.

“Goodbye Cookie, I’m going to miss your cakes!” Snubby grabbed Cook round the waist.

“Go on with you!” Cook pushed him away. “Shoo!”

“Goodbye Mrs Lynton.” Barney shook hands, and then gave Mrs Lynton an unexpected hug. She was surprised, and smiled.

“Bye Daddy!” Roger and Diana yelled.

“Goodbye Uncle Richard.” Snubby held out his hand most politely. Mr Lynton looked sharply at him, as if wondering what mischief he was planning now. He had learnt by now that the more innocent Snubby looked, the more likely it was that he had done, or was about to do, something he shouldn’t.

“Goodbye,” he shook Snubby’s hand. “Behave yourself for Miss Pepper.”

“Oh, Uncle Richard!” Snubby looked most put-out. “Of course we will!”

“I meant you,” Mr Lynton said, his eyes twinkling a little. “I know the others will. Go on – be off with you!”

It was a fun car journey to Rosewood. The countryside was beautiful, and they passed through many pretty little villages on their way. They stopped at one that had a couple of shops, and had ice creams.

“These are jolly good ices,” said Snubby approvingly. “Makes me want to order a second lot.”

“No you don’t!” said Miss Pepper, her eyes twinkling. “Back in the car with you all – we’ve got to get going.”

Barney had sat in front so far, but Miranda had been so fidgety that Miss Pepper insisted they go in the back and that Diana should sit in the front. So poor Roger was squashed in the middle of Barney and Miranda on one side, and Snubby and Loony on the other.

“What pretty names all the villages have!” said Diana, looking at the signposts as they drove along. “Little Finchley – makes me think of finches, Ashe-On-The-Water, Lower Honeywell and Upper Honeywell, and ours is called Rosewood!”

“It’s a very pretty part of the country,” Miss Pepper said. “Lower Honeywell is the closest village to us – about two or three miles away from Rosewood. It’s a pretty village, you could walk there if it’s a nice day.”

“Oh yes, we shall!” Diana said.

Eventually they reached Rosewood village.

“Here we are – Rosewood,” said Miss Pepper.

Everyone craned their necks to see out of the car windows as they drove through the pretty little main street. It was like a village from a picture on a chocolate box. It had a small main street with a post office and a general store. The houses were all either tiny whitewashed cottages or larger, thatched ones with timbers. There was a village green with a clear pond. Several small lanes led in various directions from the main street, some sloping hills, each one lined with more tiny, pretty cottages.

“Where’s your cottage, Miss Pepper?” asked Roger, trying to see out but having his view blocked by Snubby and Loony, and Miranda on the other side.

“Down this lane here,” Miss Pepper said, turning the car into a small quiet lane with one or two cottages here and there. “Look up there on the hill – that’s Rosewood Manor.”

The children looked up the lane to where it sloped into a hill. Perched on the hill was the most beautiful old manor house they had ever seen. It was a huge old place, built of soft grey stone, and was covered with little leaded windows, jutting gables, timbers, and large chimneys on the roof. Green plants climbed all over the walls and across some of the windows, giving it a very mysterious, romantic look.

“What an amazing place!” Diana exclaimed. “Is it very old, Miss Pepper?”

“It was built in the 1500s, so I’m told,” Miss Pepper said. “It has beautiful gardens too, lovely big lawns, a fountain, and there used to be some topiary, but I’m not sure if that is still there.”

“Topi…what?” asked Snubby.

“Topiary, ass!” Roger laughed. “You know – trees and hedges cut into the shapes of animals and other fancy designs.”

“Who owns the manor?” asked Barney.

“I don’t really know,” said Miss Pepper. “No-one has lived in it for over a hundred years. I have a feeling that it is still owned by the original family, but for some reason they don’t want to live there. There is someone employed to come and keep the gardens, though goodness knows why, if no-one ever goes there. Perhaps they intend to come and live here in the future, and are keeping the gardens in good order for when they eventually move in.”

“They should open it and let people see over it,” said Diana. “I bet it’s beautiful inside.”

Miss Pepper pulled in to the little drive of Rosewood Cottage and the children jumped out, thrilled. It was a beautiful little cottage, with a thatched roof. The walls were painted a very pale pink, the windows were leaded with a diamond pattern, and pretty window-boxes full of flowers adorned every windowledge. A gravel path led up to a strong-looking wooden door, and continued round the cottage to a very pretty garden with a small green lawn and numerous bright flower-beds.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” said Diana, thrilled. “Oh Miss Pepper, what a lovelyl little cottage!”

“I thought you’d like it,” Miss Pepper said. “Come on – let’s get the trunks in and then I’ll make us some tea. I have no maid or help here yet, so you will have to help me with the cooking and things.”

“Of course we will!” said Diana. “It’ll be fun!”

The boys brought in all the luggage, while Diana helped Miss Pepper to prepare some scones and cake, and make a pot of tea.

“Shall we have tea in the garden?” asked Miss Pepper. “There’s a little table and chairs out there on the lawn, and it’s a lovely evening.”

“Oh, yes, let’s!” Diana said. “Wonderful!”

While they had tea Miss Pepper told them about the village. There were beautiful walks along the river, she said, and she knew of someone who kept horses, who might let the children take them out for rides.

“It’s not a proper riding stables,” she said. “But the lady is very nice and knows me quite well now, so I am sure she wouldn’t mind you taking the horses out for a ride sometime.”

There was also a man who lived down by the river who owned several small rowing boats, and who let people hire them to row down the gentle little river. The children couldn’t wait to do this.

“Where is the river?” asked Roger, munching his scone.

“It runs south from the other side of the village,” Miss Pepper explained. “Behind the village green is a row of cottages that back onto a kind-of field, or area of rough long grass, and the river runs through that field.”

“It sounds delightful.” said Barney, handing Miranda a small piece of cake. She began to eat it prettily. “I can’t wait to go out in a boat.”

“It’s very pretty down there,” Miss Pepper said. “The water flows quite slowly so it’s safe to row and even swim, and it’s the most beautiful clear green colour, you can see all the fish, and the stony river bed.”

“Well go there tomorrow!” said Diana at once. “If it’s as hot as today we’ll have a bathe. Can we take a picnic, Miss Pepper?”

“If you make it!” laughed Miss Pepper.

 

 

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Looks like it’s Monday Again

Yes it’s Monday again, and February is whizzing by, and there  does not seem to be an end in sight to this horrible wet windy weather we seem to be having!

Never mind, at least we can all curl up at home with our Blytons and escape the world for a few hours? Which Blyton are you reading now? Comment below and let us know which one you’re lost in at the moment. I’m itching to start either Five Go Off to Camp or Five Go Down to the Sea for all that glorious weather and the descriptions of food!

Anyway this week, Wednesday in fact, we shall be posting our 300th post! So just after our first birthday (November) we have reached a staggering 300 blogs, and I know we’ve enjoyed writing them, even though there has been some (metaphorical) blood, sweat and tears along the way!

So thank you to all our contributors, you all treat us to fabulous work and I hope you will continue to do so!

And on that note, I can confirm that we have the next chapter of Cathy’s Barney Mystery Story, which will be smashing!

Fiona has told me that she intends to do the next part of her Five on a Treasure Island comparison.

Which just leaves me. Uhoh. I’m afraid that it will be another chapter of The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Mystery. I hope you don’t mind. If I think of anything else, I promise I shall scribble it down quickly!

Anyway, as usual, I shall leave you with some of my pictures from the last couple of weeks in what I’m beginning to think should be called our Photography Corner! Hope you enjoy!

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Bourne End under water

Last Sunday, when we had some nice sunny weather (and a break from all this rain) I thought I would go for a walk, and well for some reason, I thought that it would be nice to go to Bourne End. And it wouldn’t be too flooded, maybe just a bit muddy.

Gosh was I wrong!

Luckily our favourite house, Old Thatch seemed to be far enough away from the pesky water, but I thought I would share with you the pictures I took on Sunday.

I’m hoping that the water levels go down before May, as there are plans for the Enid Blyton Society to meet there for the day!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my pictures!

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Looking at The Famous Five Annual 2014 part 2

I did exactly half the book last time so here are my thoughts on the second half.

The annual's cover

The annual’s cover


THE FIVE’S FRIENDS

A list of the friendly people the five run into on their adventures from Aggie at Owl’s Dene to Berta Wright the daughter of the scientist Elbur Wright. It even includes a character from one of the short stories.

The list goes on for five pages, and each character gets a decent paragraph usually describing their appearance, how the Five come to know them, their involvement in any adventurous happenings and often a random fact or two about their personality or preferences. Saying that, it does have a few entries like ‘Fair Folk’ which covers several people in one go.

Jenny (21): The long-suffering maid of Professor Hayling at Big Hollow House. Jenny is a wonderful cook, with a character similar to Joan the cook at Kirrin cottage. She had sharp ears ad hears the quiet noises made the night Professor Hayling’s secret papers are stolen. She feels the cold and does not like swimming.

This on the whole is a much, much better look at Famous Five characters than the one we get in Eva Rice’s book . I couldn’t spot any obvious mistakes but it seems a bit odd that the biggest friend of the Five, namely Jo, is not mentioned except in passing. Possibly for space reasons Martin Curton isn’t there either, nor is the coastguard or Alf/James the fisher boy.


FIVE ON A TREASURE ISLAND

This, at first, appears to be an excerpt from chapter fourteen of the book, but it didn’t seem right to me. Comparing it to the original text showed me exactly why. The whole thing has been massively rewritten. Some parts are so changed it’s hard to find exactly which part of the original they are from.

‘Who’s there’ the threatening voice boomed out again. Timmy growled louder and louder. He’d protect George and Julian if he could. Yes! And the ingots, too!

Compares possibly to:

“Who is here? Who is down here?”

George clutched Julian in fright. Tim went on growling, all the hairs on his neck standing up straight.

To be simple, it’s a quite atrocious version of the story and worse, it ends with Now read on! Find a copy of Five on a Treasure Island today! Pretty daft if you ask me, considering even a modern copy won’t be anything like what they’ve just read!

The illustrations are the same style as those from the comic version of George’s Hair is Too Long from earlier in the book.

Five on a Treasure Island

Five on a Treasure Island


TANGLED TITLES

A fairly fiendish code breaking puzzle that took me a minute or two to figure out the clue to!


MEET DICK

Another short but good bio.


THE FIVE THROUGH THE YEARS

An intriguing puzzle, eleven covers from different editions of the books. The challenge is to put them in order they came out! I did not badly, I just got a couple the wrong way around – and I didn’t cheat by looking in the cave!


MEET ENID BLYTON

A two page spread detailing essentially her whole life, though obviously the details are selective as there wouldn’t be room to include everything. Nothing new to me in it, but for child readers it’s a good insight into her life.


QUICK ON THE DRAW

A game rather like ‘beetle drive’. The goal is to draw a picture of Timmy by rolling the dice (each number represents a body part). For some reason there are counters representing the four human members of the Five plus Sooty and Marybelle, though I can’t see why you need them, especially as they want you to cut them out to play! Think I’ll give the game a miss, I can’t draw and the picture example of Timmy is nothing like any illustration I’ve seen of him before!

"Timmy"

“Timmy”


RACE TO PACK

Another game, not sure I fully understand the instruction about ‘moving clockwise’ but at least they’re not asking you to mutilate the book to play!


GOOD OLD TIMMY

This is one of the eight short stories, and it seems to be printed in full which is nice (though it’s not one of the strongest short stories in my opinion.) The illustrations aren’t terrible but the bathing suits are a bit off putting.

Swimsuit catalogue ahoy!

Swimsuit catalogue ahoy!


FIVE HAVE PLENTY OF FUN

Another puzzle. This one’s unusual as it looks like you have to actually have a copy of the book to solve it, as it requires you to put words from chapter titles into the grid. I think I’ll have a go at it later.


MEET TIMOTHY

A bio for the canine member of the Five. Amusingly it says

George gave Alf/James, a local fisherboy, all of her pocket money to look after him for her.


WHAT’S HAPPENING?

A lovely Soper-illustration based puzzle, using illustrations from the coloured in millennium edition. The task is to fill in the blanks from eight sentences and then match the sentences to the illustrations from Five Get Into Trouble.


MEET ANNE

Poor Anne, coming last! After Timmy, even!


AROUND THE WORLD WITH THE FAMOUS FIVE

A selection of six foreign versions of the Famous Five books, and a little puzzle to match them to the countries they come from. Interesting as the Finnish language doesn’t look like I thought it would!


THE FIENDISH FAMOUS FIVE QUIZ PART 2

Twenty four questions this time, I managed 21 right answers, the other three I just couldn’t remember! Again, good questions which are hard enough without being too hard.


THE ANSWERS

Thank goodness for these, nothing worse than quizzes and puzzles with no answers! No cheating allowed though!


And that’s us at the end of the annual. Over-all it’s a good book, though it’s let down in a couple of places by overly modern versions of the stories. Its strong points are the decent puzzles, Soper Illustrations and the fact that the information within is all well written and without the common mistakes people tend to make when writing about Blyton or her works.

It’s certainly worth buying especially when it’s available in supermarkets and online for much less than a fiver.

Next post: Famous Five Annual 2015

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 12

Chapter twelve:

Alf Again

The boys were rather alarmed. ‘Who were those men, they held captive?’ ‘Where were they taking them?’ ‘Why did they hold them captive?’ Questions raced through the children’s heads.

“They might come back this way, might they?” Jack whispered.

“Shouldn’t think so after they disturbed us. They probably try and keep a good distance from our tents!” Philip laughed. “I think it’s time we got some sleep, don’t you think?” he suggested. Jack nodded. They both settled down and laced their sleeping bags up to the necks. They had a few extra rugs which they piled on top of themselves. This way it was very warm and snug! The girls were still asleep, of course. None of that night’s strange happenings had awoken them. The boys were rather glad. They didn’t want the girls worrying over things whilst they were trying to enjoy their camping holiday.

“All the same, I think we might try and distract the girls tomorrow. We might let something slip, just by accident,” Jack said in a low voice.

“Well, what about going and seeing Alf again? Then we could have a peep down the hill and explore that hole in the hill a bit more. We were in a bit of a rush yesterday and we didn’t get to have long in there.”

“Right,” Jack said. It sounded a good plan but the children did not know of the shock that was to await them the next day.

The sun and sky were beautifully washed that next day, when the children crawled out of their tent. It was another wonderful day, everything fresh and sweet.  The children heaved all their rugs and wet clothes out and hung them on the washing line. The tents had stopped dripping and all the water had been dried up by the early morning rays of sunlight. Philip and Jack then pulled the tables and chairs out their own tent and arranged them in the middle of the little camp, in their usual place. Meanwhile the girls got ready a good breakfast of eggs, bacon, fried bread, and sausages. The children ate their meal much more cheerfully than their meal in the tent the last night finishing every single scrap. Kiki had a piece of fried bread to herself, she did like it so. Suddenly, a little face popped out of Philip sleeve. It was Dormy. Philip did not see him peeping out of his sleeve, eyeing Kiki nibbling at her fired bread, feeling rather envious, but someone else did.

“Philip, you are a beast. That beastly mouse is peeping out of your sleeve. You didn’t let him go after all, did you? Look, it’s coming out! It’ll steal the tomatoes! Philip, you do make me angry. Quick, get it!”

Continue reading

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First Monday of February

I can hardly believe it but we are into the second month of 2014 already! We celebrated that fact with a lovely Blyton poem yesterday though.

This week I am hoping to finish my review of the Famous Five Annual, we will be posting another chapter of Poppy’s Adventure Series fanfic and Stef is planning to tell us all about her latest (and very wet) visit to Bourne End.

We haven’t done ‘blog news’ for a while, except to say we’d beaten our record for visits in a day when we published our interview with Jemima Rooper, so here’s where we stand now.

We have now had over 45,500 views and more than 700 comments. I’m amazed every time I look at the figures!

Browsing twitter on Saturday night I found this brilliant article about a library in New Jersey getting its first stock of Blyton books. I hope the children of Edison enjoy them!

I’ve hardly taken any pictures in the last fortnight as the weather has been truly awful. I’ve added a few, some from my mum’s birthday party and a couple I took on my phone in the brief times it wasn’t raining when I was out.

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February – A poem by Enid Blyton

A bit of a change of plan, but favouring you with Blyton’s poem about February as the month has just changed! Hope you like it!

Oh, I saw February sweet,
Heard her elfin laughter,
Saw her little twinkling feet
Dance where spring and winter meet,
And I followed after

And here she dropped an aconite
With head of gleaming yellow,
There a snowdrop, wan and white,
And a crocus golden bright.
Oh, a bonny fellow!

She taught the thrush a song so gay,
She whistled to the starling,
Kissed the blackbird on her way,
Now they sing the livelong day
‘Isn’t she a darling!’

Anyway, there we are, a nice little February poem for you all! With one of my snowdrop pictures! Have a nice day!

Snowdrops by Stephanie Woods

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Five on a Treasure Island – How has Blyton’s original text fared in a modern edition? part 5

I’m sure by now these posts don’t need any real introduction. This one looks at chapters nine and ten, and continues to suggest that more action equals more editing!

Earlier posts can be found here, here, here and here.


CHAPTER NINE: THE BOX FROM THE WRECK

The first change is a tiny one, more of a correction than anything. In the original we have the windows at the house referred to several times, specifically as french window twice and then french windows once and windows once.

The paperback makes it a bit more consistent with three uses of french window. I think though, all the references should be plural as french windows are, as far as I know, traditionally used in pairs or more (the illustrations certainly show a pair). I had been wondering if the first word should have been capitalised but it would seem not according to most sources I’ve checked.

Spanking is removed twice, both times becoming a much less threatening telling off. It’s interesting that though the course of the book no violence ever occurs; all the uses of spanking are purely threats or the children worrying about consequences.

Some of the charm of the original is lost next, when Julian’s excited cry, Hie, he yelled. Hie! I’ve got it! becomes plain of hi! The two aren’t even the same. Hi is a short greeting, hie is much more of an exclamation (often used when telling Tim off “hie Tim, get down!” etc.)

Very oddly Tim, don’t nibble my bathing-suit  had been changed to don’t lick me. I cannot fathom why!

Blyton has used a capital letter for the ingots, presumably to make them sound more important, but the updated version does away with these capitals. I personally don’t like the use of Capitals to make words sound Important except in a few well-done stylistic cases, so I can’t decide if I feel this one should have been left alone or not.

Another strange change, while the four children are examining the map Tim is trying to but in and see what’s going on. The narrative says but for once in a way not one of them paid attention to him originally, but that gets edited to remove the in a way. Those three words are possibly superfluous, they don’t add a great deal to our understanding of the situation, but at the same time they are utterly inoffensive that I can’t see why someone deliberately went to the trouble of removing them.

Not long after, George remarks he [Tim] can’t understand our excitement. Which in the paperback has become your excitement, which to me rather changes the meaning of her words. Until that point George had been ignoring him too, yet in the modern edition it sounds like she is shifting blame to the others alone.


CHAPTER TEN : AN ASTONISHING OFFER

Less happens in this chapter; it’s mostly talk and following my theory nicely, there are less changes, and those that are made are incredibly minor (aka petty.)

First is one that just HAS to be a mistake. Uncle Quentin originally says he gets more [money] even than I could expect for the writing of my book. In the modern edition he says more even that I could expect. I can’t see any way that could have been intentional. Than compares, more than I thought. That makes no sense to me in the context.

Again Ingots becomes ingots, and at this moment I realised something else I had failed to notice so far. Bear in mind I’m at least a hundred pages in by now and I’ve just realised that the original has used double quotation marks for speech, thoughts and highlights, whereas the paperback uses single ones for everything. Have to say I prefer the doubles, especially for speech.

A few more very minor alterations: week-end becomes weekend (can’t say I ever noticed that word ever had a hyphen before!) business man changes to businessman, and an hotel becomes a hotel.

A mixed bag there. I understand taking away the hyphen, as nobody uses that any more, it’s as obsolete as to-day and to-morrow. On saying that I’m not sure it’s necessary to remove it. I think it’s interesting to know we used to use hyphens then, like it’s interesting to see people say ‘plane ‘phone etc as they tell use these shortenings were new to them, much like the full words must have been not so long before.

Possibly going against the grain but I prefer business man to businessman, same for businesswoman and I despise businessperson/businesspeople (they look bad and they’re harder to say clearly). Honestly, who thought ramming two words like that together was a goodidea?

I do prefer a hotel to an hotel though, as the h in hotel is pronounced as a consonant. I feel the same about when the person on the news says ‘an historic’. Just NO!

And (grammar rants over now I promise!) lastly, we’ve got another in a way, this time removed from for once in a way George didn’t push it [Julian’s arm] away. 


So that was eight changes in chapter nine and six in chapter ten, bringing us to a total of, I think, 78 alterations. How many more before the end?

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Hunting for Blytons in Hull

I remember reading an article in a newspaper not long ago, can’t quite remember the title, the exact words, or even the newspaper itself, but the article read something like ‘Enid Blyton falls from top 10 children’s books.’

This got me thinking, just how popular are the works of Blyton within a local area? Does her decline in popularity indicate that the Famous Five or the Secret Seven just don’t deserve shelf space any more in book shops?

I decided to go a-hunting in Hull to see whether or not Blyton really has fallen out of fashion, to the point where her books just cannot be found. And I didn’t get off to a very promising start.

My first port of call was the Waterstone’s on the uni campus. I went straight for the children’s section, where Roald Dhal and Jeff Kinney (Diary of a Wimpy Kid) reigned supreme,  and Enid’s books adorned only a quarter of one shelf.

Now one reason for this is obvious. Blyton’s books most probably aren’t highly sought after texts on a university’s curriculum. But the books that were there were intriguing. Only one Famous Five and one Secret Seven, and all manners of modern editions of Malory Towers, the Naughtiest Girl, the Wishing-Chair, Brer Rabbit and the Magic Faraway Tree.

I’ll admit it, these are the exact titles of Enid’s which I haven’t read, but it was still a slight surprise to find that her more famous titles were barely there at all.

Anywho, onto my next location, Newland Avenue. This street is littered with independent shops of all kinds, and thus, plenty of charity shops as well. Most of my Blyton hunting, when I was younger, came from scavenging every charity shop I could find. But here, I came up nearly completely dry yet again.

Only the odd 10p paperback could be found beneath all the worn-out copies of The Full Monty, Rod Stewart LPs, and The da Vinci Code. Even the Oxfam bookshop, a goldmine of a bookshop if there ever was one, had no Blytons at all.

At this point I was at a slight loss. Neither a major retailer nor the independent shops had displayed a firm dedication to Enid’s works, which leaves only the town centre to be rootled through.

To be honest, I’d almost given up hope. The charity shops there fared no better, which left only the larger Waterstone’s to explore, or so I thought. Thankfully, Waterstone’s still seem to remember how popular and loved Enid’s works are.

The larger Waterstone’s sports two lengthy shelves worth of Enid Blyton, including a complete library of the 1997 Hodder editions of the Famous Five, scattered with several Secret Sevens, Adventure series, Five Find-Outers, and others.

By then, I thought my adventure was done and dusted, until I noticed a quaint little shop called Grannie’s Parlour. Looking in through the window, it looked like a simple little antique shop, the sort that Anne finds in Five on Finniston Farm.

But there were no horseshoes in here. If anything, it’s the one thing they didn’t have. This place was a mini Aladdin’s cave, the sort of shop where you want everything but don’t want to touch anything as it upsets the ambiance.

The shop was full of books, toys, annuals, memorabilia, furniture and kitchen-ware all from bygone days, which happily meant they had their own little treasure trove of Blytons. They had a huge wad of cheap paperbacks, but the real goldmine was the discovery of a large handful of classic, original hardbacks.

Famous Fives, Secret Sevens, Five Find-Outers and many one-off works, all in near mint condition, and all fairly priced as well. Sadly, if understandably, the lady shop owner requested I not take pictures of these, but it was still a lovely sight.

That one little shop made this adventure all worthwhile, and I can confirm that, in Hull at least, the works of Enid Blyton are very much alive and well, and well-read!

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Creative Kid Thursday – Wonder Reader Faith Jackson!

Had a link to this lovely little article sent to us by Faith’s mum, and we thought it so good we just had to share it.

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