Bringing Books to University

Having decided that I would take a whole bookcase worth of books with me back to uni, the fact that some Enid Blytons were among them kind of got lost in the shuffle of packing, moving and unpacking. But now that I’m back at uni, and have set up my lovely new bookshelf, the Blytons do stand out among the various Philip Larkins, Graham Greenes, Barbara Pyms and George Orwells that I’ve also brought back.

I brought them back really because I’ve fallen in love with Blyton’s work all over again during the summer, having read The Boy Next Door, The Treasure Hunters, and re-reading some of my Five Find-Outers and Famous Fives. I also managed to read Island of Adventure, which, like the rest of my Adventure Series, I never got round to reading until now. These are the ones that are now sitting on my new uni bookshelf, plus The Secret Mountain.

I knew little about these two series when I was originally getting into Blyton, as I was fully taken with the Famous Five, Secret Seven, and the Find-Outers, but after sifting my way through the internet for people’s personal reviews and thoughts/opinions, they appear to be the dark horses in Blyton’s back catalogue, and Island of Adventure certainly proved to be a fabulous read.

It featured loveable characters, daring adventures, danger round every corner and a thrilling ending, which does, at first glance, sound like bog-standard Blyton. But it had something about it which, at present, I can’t quite put my finger on. It certainly had similar characteristics as say, the Famous Five, but it had a lot of character all on its own.

The fact that there are only eight books to this series made it even more enticing to bring back with me, as I ploughed through Island in a day, but I’m still missing Sea of Adventure, which hopefully I can rectify with one of the book shops in Hull.

Another reason for bringing these books with me was that I’ve heard that the Adventure Series features a variety of exotic locations, something which the Famous Five and Secret Seven lacked, if I remember correctly.

I always pictured the characters of Enid’s work as having their adventures never advancing more than the quiet little village, or the wide-spanning marsh-land, or the conveniently hidden secret island. Never once did I think that Enid’s characters could go off out of the country of all things!

Also, the characters themselves also strike me as people whom I’d like to explore more. Again, purely for reference, it’s easier for me to compare them with the Famous Five, so bear with me! Philip and Jack have immense chemistry together, right from the beginning of Island. They also strike me as having the bromance that Julian and Dick never really had (Julian being the pompous but well-meaning leader and Dick being the jokey klutz).

Dinah also comes across as the perfect type of sister for a brother like Philip, and they both strike me as also having a close bond similar to Philip and Jack. And then there’s Lucy-Ann, the Anne of the series (right down to the name!), she struck me as a sweet girl, but nothing much to write home about. Still, I’ve another seven books to plough through, so who knows how these kids turn out!

Plus, these various Blytons aren’t the only children’s books I’ve brought back with me. I’ve also brought back my Paddington Bear books, my Just Williams and my Narnia collection, all of which I think act as a soothing tonic to most of the pretentious dribble I often get lumbered with on my Creative Writing course.

In terms of editions, they are all paperbacks and mostly ones from Armada from the late sixties. These ones are Island (’66), Castle (’68), Ship (’69), and River (’66) and all feature Stuart Tresilian lovely illustrations. Secret Island is also an Armada paperback, from 1965, but fails to mention who provides the illustrations!

Both Mountain and Valley come from Piper Books and both dates from 1988, while Circus comes from Piccolo Books, the edition I have first being printed in 1975, although this one appears to be the 12th print, dating from 1983. Both Mountain and Valley feature no inner illustrations, but Circus does, and they are once again provided by Stuart Tresilian.

So for those reasons, I can’t wait to get stuck into this, what hopes to be, fab little series, plus The Secret Mountain as a bonus read.

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Last Monday in September

It feels like only a week ago I was writing about it being the first Monday in September, but no, my calendar assures me that was a month ago!

This week we will have another post from Fred, talking about which Blyton books made the trip to university with him.

Stef has been reading an adventure story, which on the front says “if you like Enid Blyton you’ll love this,” and she plans to write about whether that’s true for her or not.

And as for me, I had a fabulous idea for a blog this week. Which I promptly forgot. So, I will most likely be looking at the next Amelia Jane book, or writing about buying Enid Blyton books on the internet (assuming I don’t suddenly remember my great idea, whatever it was.)

In blog news this week, we’ve hit 29,000 views, so not far from the big three-oh thousand.

As has become customary I will leave you with some of my latest photos, taken with my new camera.

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 3

Chapters one and two can be found by clicking on the links.

I’m sorry for the longer than usual chapter chunk, but I couldn’t find a good place to stop it before there!

Enjoy!

 


Chapter 3

Darrell and Sally met up in the lunch hall after their separate lectures. Darrell put her bag down on the lunch table in front of her best friend with a thump, sighing in a frustrated manner.

“What’s the matter Darrell?” Sally asked sympathetically, looking up from the book she was reading. “You sound as though you’ve had the worst time of your life,” she said marking her place in the book with her finger and watching her best friend as she sat down opposite her.

Darrell looked at Sally as she sat down heavily in her chair. “This place is a maze,” she groaned pushing her fringe back off her forehead. “I got lost twice on my way to my lecture in English Classics, and then once again trying to remember the way to this place.” She sighed and shook her head. “I know I’ll get used to it, like I did at Malory Towers, and I thought it was going to take me a long time to get used to finding my way around there, but it is just so maddening not knowing my way around the university yet.” She sighed and looked at her friend. “How was your first lecture? Not as much as a disaster getting to it as mine I hope?” Sally smiled a little.

“Not nearly as much trouble as you had by the sounds of it,” Sally said quietly. “It was quite easy for me my lecture was just off this hall.” She smiled a little. “There are certainly some interesting girls on my course. Quite harmless, yet rather snobbish like dear old Gwen at school.” She chuckled a little dryly. “Any decent school would have drummed that out of anyone half decent to begin with by now,” she added in her usual sensible fashion.

Darrell shared her smile. “My thoughts exactly,” she said grinning, “I can’t believe that there are still girls like that in my course as well. I’m surprised they didn’t bring a governess or a minder.” She grinned and then shook her head.

“I suppose we really shouldn’t be assuming that these girls are actually like that once you get to know them of course,” she added fairly. “I mean, there is a chance they could be pretty decent underneath all the pretence and nonsense they seem to feel the need to throw out.”

“Why my dear Darrell,” Sally laughed, “anyone would think that you’d come here to study psychology, not English.”

Darrell joined in her laughter and smiled as she looked around the hall.

“Have you seen Alicia and Betty yet?” she asked, turning back to Sally, but as she turned around someone familiar caught her attention from the corner of her eye. The young man she had met this morning, was sitting on the other end of the long table; talking to a sandy haired boy Darrell thought she’d bumped into that morning on her way to her lecture. She smiled to herself, and turned her attention back to Sally, but her friend had already noticed the momentary lapse in Darrell’s attention. Sally craned her neck so she could get a look at what Darrell was looking at.

“Who’s he?” Sally asked critically as she followed Darrell’s gaze.

“Oh, just someone I met this morning on my walk around the university grounds,” Darrell said shrugging mildly, as if she was not entirely interested.

Sally chuckled quietly to herself. “So you did meet someone on your travels this morning. Has he got a name?” Sally asked grinning at her friend. Darrell considered sending Sally a withering look, but stopped herself just in time. Her friend was really enjoying herself far too much.

“Julian Kirrin,” Darrell said mildly, “He’s here doing physics. Apparently he’s the nephew of that famous scientist, Quentin Kirrin? You know, that professor who’s been in the papers a lot recently, with the new idea of creating heat and energy for almost nothing?” Darrell prompted.

“I think I recall the name,” Sally said smiling a little. She looked around at Julian who was getting up to leave. “He doesn’t look like the type to follow in his uncle’s footsteps.”

Darrell shrugged and pulled out one of the books from her bag. “I don’t know if I’m honest. I didn’t exactly ask,” she said carefully finding her page. She looked at her friend over the top of the book. “Have we got any plans for this evening?” she asked, smiling a little.

“Well I have heard that the debate society is throwing open its doors tonight, its invitation only for the rest of the year,” Sally said mildly. “Should we wander along and see if there if it is as good as it sounds?” she asked her best friend.

Darrell smiled a little. “I like the sound of that,” she said happily. “It could be some fun. Apparently they have some very good debates on here, should be fun to watch,” she agreed.

Sally smiled as she stood up. “I’ve got another lecture to get to now. What are you doing this afternoon?” She asked tucking her book under her arm as she lifted her bag on to her shoulder.

Darrell looked up and shrugged a little. “I’m not entirely sure. I am fairly inclined to go and investigate the library,” she admitted smiling. “I’ve not got another lecture until tomorrow morning, so I might as well make some use of my time and do the reading I was set just now. So, I’ll either be in the library or in our room when you get out. When does your lecture finish?” she asked Sally.

“I should be finished at three,” Sally said promptly, like a women who had completely memorised her timetable already.

Darrell chuckled. “Well then, you’d better come and find me when you’ve finished, because I don’t know where I’ll be. I may walk into town at some point this afternoon as well,” she added. “It would be nice to have a look around.”

Sally grinned.“Well for goodness sake, wait for me! I don’t want to be wandering around this university looking for you, making myself look like a fool,” she said laughing as she turned to go. “I’ll see you in a few hours!” she called over her shoulder before hurrying out of the big hall.

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The River of Adventure

First published in 1955 this is the eighth and final book in the series. I’m going to start by saying this is my least favourite book in the Adventure Series, and I think it’s the weakest too. From what I’ve read that’s not a popular opinion, most people would put Ship or (gasp!) Circus in bottom place. Still, just because it’s the worst one for me doesn’t mean it’s at all bad. It’s a better finish to a series than say, The Mystery of Banshee Towers or Five are Together Again.


THE LOCATION

For their final adventure Bill takes the Mannering/Trent lot to a little place called Barira, which he tells the boys is ‘some way from the borders of Syria – a very old part of the world indeed. The River of the story is called ‘Abencha’ which to the children sounds like ‘Adventure’.

On the river

On the river


THE CHARACTERS

The holiday is partly because the children have been ill, but the choice of location is because Bill is doing a bit of reconnaissance. He’s to watch out for a suspicious fellow who goes by the name of Raya Uma.  Uma is a master of disguise, even Fatty would be impressed. He’s also clever and cunning, though he turns out to be rather cowardly in the end.

The children have two companions for their adventure. Tala is the driver of the launchboat they take down the river, and he also takes on the role of servant; fetching and preparing food etc. He is a stubborn man, and he seems to have a cruel streak too, though that is judging him on modern, Western standards. For the Middle East in the 50s, his behaviour was possibly more acceptable.

The other new character is a boy called Oola. The children rescue him from his cruel snake-charming uncle, and he becomes like a shadow to Philip who he worships.


THE STORY

It turns out that Bill doesn’t even have to look very hard for Raya Uma, as he turns up of his own accord! He invites Bill and Allie to dinner and they accept, and the children are then tricked off the launch by Uma’s servant. When they get back, the launch is gone, along with Bill and Allie!

The children, Tala and Oola appropriate Mr Uma’s boat and head down river in pursuit, heading for a place called Wooti. Unfortunately the river becomes very wide, and they float down the wrong side of it, missing Wooti altogether. The river then splits, and they find their boat hurtling along a very narrow gorge.Thanks to Tala they narrowly avoid falling down an underground waterfall. The boat is useless now, they cannot pilot it back up the fast-flowing river and so they are forced underground, through old tunnels and down some dangerously crumbling stairs until they find themselves in a treasure-vault.

Dangerous times on the boat

Dangerous times on the boat

Raya Uma has laid claim to the treasure and is most displeased to find the children have found their way in through a back door. It’s then up to the children along with Tala and Oola to defeat Uma and his men, escape the underground temple and rescue Bill and Allie.


PHILIP’S PET

Philip has possibly his most unpleasant yet most useful pet in this story, a poisonous bargua. Well, it’s not actually poisonous, the poison ducts have been cut, rendering it safe, though it will not survive more than a few weeks. It is Oola that presents Philip with the snake, after seeing him admire the snakes belonging to his uncle, the snake charmer. Those snakes, however had their mouths sewn up, to make them safe. Philip thought this very cruel, which is why Oola had his snake made safe a different way, one which Philip actually found just as cruel. He only agreed to keep the snake as he knew it would not survive defenceless in the wild. Of course, to look at, you could not tell the snake was no longer poisonous, so he comes in quite handy a few times. Unusually, the bargua doesn’t get a name or much of a personality, unlike many of Philip’s other pets.


MY REVIEW

I’m not really sure what my favourite part of the story is. Probably once Bill and Allie are out of the way and the children are having to fend for themselves, sailing down the river, not knowing where they are going.

There’s not much worth saying about the family dynamics for this book, nothing has changed since Bill and Allie got married. the six of them are still a family, Bill’s still Bill and Allie’s either Mother or Aunt Allie depends on which of the children is speaking.

As I said, this is my least favourite of the series, though I’m actually hard-pushed to say exactly why. I’m not sure if it’s that the exotic location doesn’t do it for me, or that various parts seem like re-treads of other stories (rescuing Oola reminds me of Philip rescuing Mickey in Ship, and Uma luring Bill and Allie away is a bit like when they get, well, lured away at the start of Circus)… but there are definitely a few plot-points which grate with me.

For a start, why does Uma take Bill and Allie away, then lure the children off the boat and then take the adults BACK to their own boat to kidnap them? He could just have taken them off in his boat or a car. Likewise, what was his servant planning on doing with the children? And why were they silly enough to believe Bill would let them go off to the village wedding right after he said absolutely not? It’s also a little disappointing that Uma turns out to be such a baby in the end.

And with that bit of complaining, we’re at the end of the series!


Stef has also reviewed this series, her introduction to the series is here.

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The Marsh of Adventure by Poppy, chapter 6

Chapter six:

Where is Bill?

For the rest of the day the children lazed about outside in the sunshine for it was a very warm day. They were sat under a big apple tree in the cook’s garden. There were not yet proper apples on it, just small, green ones, not ready to eat. There were berry bushes surrounding the garden, the berries bursting with their sweet fresh juice, and beds of lettuces and cabbages in the middle. Strawberry plants were dotted about too, and raspberry ones with long canes sticking out of their pots to hold the plant up. Tomato plants by the dozen and the heads of the carrots popping out from the soil.

There were two big apple trees and one big pear which grew beside the boys’ window. The pears were not yet ready to eat yet either, but they were good enough for the children! Jack had quite often thought of stretching out the window and picking a ripe pear for himself in the middle of the night. No-one ever got the topmost ones anyway for the plump cook never dared to go any further up the ladder than was necessary. Jack didn’t let them go to waste though! There were pea plants as well, also creeping up their long, stout canes. No wonder Jane the cook, always put out a good spread. Mrs Jordans helped with the cooking too, and the garden. She kept the lettuces, ‘what smashing ones they were too!’ Philip had said one day.

It was a long garden and there was a little orchard through the gate at the very back. The children hadn’t wanted to walk another step further up the cobbled path, however and had settled into the shade of the great tree. Kiki was rested on Jack’s stomach, her claws scratching him. Each had a glass of icy lemonade beside them, and the plums had already been eaten. It was too hot to do anything but talk. And talk, the children did! Nobody could stop thinking about Alf’s strange tale, and it had to be discussed a dozen times over!

“You don’t suppose it’s true, do you?” Lucy-Ann asked cautiously.

“I believe every word of it.” Dinah began but stopped when Jack nudged her.

“It’s just a story, Lucy dear. It is rather exciting though, I think. Anyhow, if the smugglers are real, they are dead now. It won’t happen again. There’s nothing to worry about.” he said.

There was a pause. It was too hot for Dinah to jeer at Lucy-Ann, it was too hot for Kiki to imitate as she usually did, it was too hot for Philip’s pet mouse to scamper about, searching for a tit-bit.

“Alf was jolly decent today, wasn’t he?” Philip said, “Actually, I don’t think he quite remembered that we peeped into his hut. He looked a little puzzled when we explained.”

“Shouldn’t be surprised.” Dinah said in a drowsy voice.

“We should go and visit him again sometime.” Lucy-Ann suddenly chimed in, sitting up. “I liked him, and Scamp. I say, shall we tell Bill the tale of the smugglers when he arrives, or must we keep it a secret from him too?”

Jack considered. “I vote we tell him, old Bill can keep a secret any day.”

“Right” Philip agreed, “what do you girls say?”

The girls nodded. They knew Bill could keep a secret, even if it was just an old tale of smugglers!

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Just another Manic Monday

Monday, comes around too quickly doesn’t it. It’s a bit of a shame that it’s my turn this week for the Monday post, because Fiona got a new camera last week, and I think she’s dying to show off some of her excellent pictures. However, will mine do?

So this week, well we’re going to treat you to another chapter of Poppy’s Marsh of Adventure. In a similar vein, please if you have anything you would like to share on the blog, please do not hesitate to send something in for us! All the details of where to send it, can be found on the “Want to Write for World of Blyton?” page.

From Fiona, if she’s feeling better, she has promised to do her River of Adventure review. The next question is what she is going to grace us with after the Adventure series has been tucked up in bed!

As for me? Well I’m drifting in the Blyton vaccum at the moment. I’m waiting to see what inspiration hits after my very lovely Blyton Day with our wonderful friend and writer, Corinna last week, and what she comes up with from our chats!

I could try and finish off exploring Timmy the Dog’s character, or I could start something a bit newer by looking at my favourite locations in the books. I’m afraid, like me, you shall just have to see!

I’m just going to treat you to some of my favourite random shots from the last week, some form my meeting with Corinna, some from random points in the week. Enjoy!

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The Spider’s Web – A poem by Enid Blyton

I’ve been under the weather all week and spent Saturday in bed instead of at work. So, I’ve decided not to tax my sluggish brain too much and have typed up a poem for you.

The Spider’s Web

It hangs where daisies mauve and white
Stand dreaming in the morning light,
A spider’s web, a fairy thing
Whose threads to daisy-petals cling,
And quiver in the sunlit air;
And on the cobweb here and there
Round beads of amber dew are hung
By elfin fingers deftly strung
Along each gleaming silver thread.
The hairy spider-witch has fled,
And crouches in a huddled heap,
Beneath a daisy, half asleep.

And for this hour of sun and dew,
The web belongs to me and you!

Taken from The Enid Blyton Book of Poetry 1934

 

Spider’s web up a tree on the south side of Loch Rannoch, Perthshire. Taken by me on my super new camera.

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Article Review: Are the Days of Enid Blyton bashing over?

While seeking inspiration for an article to thrill you all with tonight, I took desperate measures and turned to the internet’s most used search engine, Google, to help me find some. And boy, did Google deliver!

I found an article from the Telegraph website dated the 4th May 2013 to co-inside with the opening of Seven Stories Enid Blyton exhibition in Newcastle. The article, written by Nicolette Jones (a familiar name and face from my first Enid Blyton Society Day in 2o07– a whopping six years ago!) asks us all the important question;

Are the Days of Enid Blyton bashing over?

Jones starts off by explaining the reasons why last year and this are so good for the Blyton bashing to end, stating that Blyton’s Famous Five have been around for 70 years and have celebrated new covers by well known illustrators, and Tony Ross, best known for illustrating the Horrid Henry books and writing the Little Princess books, has redrawn the covers for The Secret Seven.

The reinvention, and use of modern illustrators to bring these much loved classics back to life seems to suggest that Blyton is back in vogue. Is Blyton bashing at an end?

Jones looks carefully at the statistics in favour, and in fact during the Enid Blyton Society Day in 2007 looked into Blyton’s modern contemporaries by drawing parallels with J. K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books. Jones carefully states that Blyton has never been out of print, even with the public backlash against her work from teachers and the BBC and has sold over 500 million copies around the world. And it seems the libraries have done quite well with Blyton being the second most popular “classic” author to be borrowed from libraries (Roald Dahl only just pipping her to the post even with the her advantage of 700 plus books).

The whole idea that Blyton was banned in libraries seems to have been made up by media hype at the time as Jones mentions, “although the “library bans” often alluded to in the press were more myth than reality,” and was accentuated by the BBC’s banning dramatisations of her work from the 1930s to the 1950s (and could maybe suggest why the two TV series in the 1970s and 1990s have been produced  for ITV).

There is clearly something in Blyton that still resonates strongly with today’s children- maybe its the clearly straight-forward characters, or the freedom Blyton’s children enjoy compared to the molly coddling way of childhoods today. And it appears that she still holds some nostalgia for adults as well as “In 2008 the Costa Book Award named Blyton the nation’s best-loved author in a poll of 2000 adults” (Jones 2013). Blyton was in good company as she headed the Top 50 with 5 other prolific authors as you can see from the beginning of the list:

Top 50 best-loved authors 2013

1. Enid Blyton

2. Roald Dahl

3. J.K. Rowling

4. Jane Austen

5. William Shakespeare

Yes, the stigma attached to Blyton’s work seems to be fading, maybe helped in kind by the BBC4 biopic starring Helen Bonham Carter in 2009. As Blyton works her way in modern consciousness again however, I found the part of the article where Jones suggests that the age of the stories now makes them “quaintly retro” to be a good way of explaining why Blyton is on her way back onto children’s shelves. Also that the appeal of the books is that there is a lack of adult presence and “the language and manners have acquired charm.” I have always found a great deal of charm in Blyton’s stories and have adored the manners and language used. I think one of the biggest things that people forget about the more “classic” authors and Blyton in particular that these people realised the intelligence of children and this has been a great success of the books as a whole.

The only consistent change to the books that certain questionable aspects of race have been removed in a bid to make sure people are not offended by the significant difference in attitudes from the 1930s to the 1960s when Blyton was producing reams of children’s literature. Blyton’s very traditional gender stereotypes also come under scrutiny as groups of feminists take offence to girls being left to do the cooking and more traditional jobs while the boys explore and go on dangerous adventures. A few girls form the exception such as Dinah from the Adventure series, Wilhemina “Bill” Robinson from Malory Towers and possibly Blyton’s most famous tomboy, Georgina “George” from the Famous Five and have been advocates for change for a while.

However Jones makes a point of saying that “Even Anne’s domesticity (which readers were intended in the originals to find wet, as George does) seems only mildly unenlightened when compared to the glitter and pink jackets of so many of today’s appearance-obsessed girlie publications.” On the shelves in libraries today are a vast supply of Daisy Meadow’s “Fairy” books which are the same story repeated over and over again with different names in the titles, and glittery stars on the front, no substance to the stories but lapped up by little girls. Blyton’s books contain exciting plots and twists and turns that beg to be read and the excitement jumps off the page. Daisy Meadow’s fairy books cannot compare.

Jones ties up the article by quoting a well balanced piece from Anne Fine, a former Children’s Laureate:

“Though Enid Blyton’s work is still just as easy to criticise on grounds of literary quality, we have become infinitely more grateful for sheer readability in our children’s authors. In times of falling reading levels and limitless other distractions, we
grasp at any author who has that turn-the-page quality. And for reasons that may remain entirely mysterious to reading adults, she certainly has that.”

Overall this article has a wonderful positive outlook on Blyton’s work, encouraging people to embrace her creativity and uniqueness once more. Jones also talks about the support from internet based sources, such as the Enid Blyton Society, websites and blogs, and even fan fiction. In fact Jones mentions one of our fan fictions by name, something that struck me when I first read the article. Our own Abi’s Five Go to Hogwarts appears to have made a great impression on Jones and makes a special mention in the article as she praises the diversity of support for Blyton.

And I think, yes, the Blyton bashing is on it’s way out, but there will always be critics. As long as children keep reading her books, Blyton will live on in minds and hearts as one of Britain’s great children’s authors.

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Collecting Blyon’s books by Fred

I’ve always been a bit of a late-comer when it comes to Enid Blyton. I knew of her for most of my life but didn’t start reading her books till most kids grow out of them. But I still vividly remember the short, sweet years from 2006-2008 when I spent much of my time travelling from town to town, looking for any Blytons I could add to my rapidly growing collection.

I remember the first Enid Blyton book I ever bought was Five Get into Trouble, the 2001 paperback edition from Hodder. I really have no real reason why I wanted it, other than pure impulse. I read half of it that same night and finished it off the following day, it was such an exciting read.

I got it from a converted market hall in my local town, Louth. A small yet lovely building in the town centre, like a mini-train station, complete with huge glass windows, arched roof and a clock tower outside the entrance.

And it was in quaint, quirky buildings like these that I’d collect any Blytons I’d come across. Lincoln and Horncastle also have a wealth of second-hand/antique shops that are jam-packed with many of Blytons’s most loved adventures, usually sitting quietly among the kids section gathering dust.

The names of these shops escape me with the passing years, but I do remember that whenever I’d visit these towns, I’d raid EVERY book store they had, and every one of them had a least two/three stacks of Blytons. And it’s always a mixture of editions, wherever you go. Usually, it’s an assortment of hardbacks and paperbacks spanning from the 1960s-1990s, but sometimes you’re lucky enough to come across several original hardbacks with lovely dust jackets, they’d always set me back a fair few bob (the paperbacks generally never costing more than one pound).

Paperbacks are always easy to find, and pay for, but hardbacks with dust jackets are a treasure trove. Then again, I was never too fussed with what editions I got back then, although now I do regret getting omnibus editions, the three-in-one jobs. I’d much prefer having as many individual titles as I can, and fortunately my collecting resulted in several spares, so that sorts itself out.

Plus nowadays, I do prefer the Blytons in my collection with decent illustrations. Eileen Soper, Gilbert Dunlop, J. Abbey and Stuart Tresilian all did marvellous, classic illustrations, but others just don’t take my fancy at all. Most of my paperbacks come from Hodder, Armada and Knight, with not all them sharing similar artwork such as Betty Maxey, whose illustrations for the Knight editions don’t do much for me at all.

My hardbacks are mostly early editions, so their artwork is much more in my taste, and whose publishers range from Collins London and Glasgow (Boy Next Door), Brockhampton Press LTD (Secret Seven) and Methuan and Co LTD (Five Find-Outers). But I digress.

Several of these shops still have plenty of Blytons to discover (especially Tim Smith’s book shop in Horncastle) but by the time I’d filled three medium-sized shelves worth of Blyton’s work, I actually stopped collecting and started reading them! But my teenage years came up on me fast, and I never got round the reading all the books I’d collected, only getting through about a third of them.

But over the past few months, I’ve started reading her work again, and rather than retrace my steps and re-read the ones I already know, I’ve started reading ones I never got round to reading. Several of her stand-alone stories  like The Boy Next Door and The Treasure Hunters and the Adventure Series, which I’m taking back to uni with me because I found Island of Adventure to be a real cracker and want to finish the rest off.

I’m still one Adventure series book short though, plus several Five Find-Outers and nearly all the Secret series, so maybe my Blyton-collecting days are far from over, it all depends what Hull has in store for me when I go back for my final year…

My Enid Blyton books

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Monday

Well it’s Monday, again, and we’re halfway through September already. The weather up here has taken a turn for the worse; high winds, pouring rain and snow forecast too!

This week on the blog I hope to post my last Adventure Series review; The River of Adventure. Stef has announced she will be surprising everyone (including me and possibly herself) with what she decides to write, and our contributor will either be Poppy with another chapter of her Marsh of Adventure fan fic or a new writer altogether. (I say either as I’m not sure our new writer will have their piece ready for Wednesday or not, so we will just have to see.)

We’ve not much news on the blog this week, in fact I don’t think we have any for once! All is quiet in the land of Blyton.

I will leave you with some of my latest photos, some taken on my NEW camera, a shiny bridge camera with a massive zoom and lots of fancy features I don’t yet know how to use.

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The feelings of Old Thatch from 4th August 2013

Ducking under the lych gate of Old Thatch almost makes you feel like you’re entering another, more magical world. Whatever the weather the magical feel of this garden does not disappoint.

Three Seasons of Lych Gate Pictures (L-R) Auntum 2012, Spring 2013, Summer 2013 by Stephanie Woods

Three Seasons of Lych Gate Pictures (L-R) Autumn 2012, Spring 2013, Summer 2013 by Stephanie Woods

Once under the lych gate you are surrounded by high hedges and  trees which rustle musically in the wind, so Old Thatch feels a million miles away from anywhere! Every time I wander under that gate into the gardens, even before I get to Jacky at the counter, I feel myself relax beyond belief, and everything that matters before I step under that arch just melts away. You stand straight after ducking under the lych gate, and there is such a serene and feel to the gardens that you feel like you could stay forever.

As the wind blows, all the trees take up the sound making up a beautiful textured orchestra of silence, and the seedheads dance merrily, rattling their precious cargo. It almost makes you believe in fairies and pixies and any small magical creature you can think of, dancing to the sounds of the garden.

There is so much in to the gardens, that there is always something new to see, and take note of. The late August colours of blues, mauves and purples attract much attention from the busy honey bees and butterflies. Those aren’t the only colours in the garden, with the rose arbour sporting delicate pinky blooms and rich dark pinks of the clematis winding delicately through the wooden structure for that sudden burst of colour.

To mix authors, Old Thatch feels like Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden. Under the blanket of serenity, there is an undercurrent of excitement about this Eden that is undoubtedly infectious and helps make it the attraction it is. It feels cathartic, almost as if you could draw strength from the calmness of this little world!

Having visited a good handful of times at various times during its open season, I never cease to lose my sense of wonder with this garden and its charming owners. Now I hope I can recognise the subtle changes in the garden through its open season (May until the end of August).

I have many favourite parts of the garden, and while I adore the water fountain and that little square of garden in which it sits (the running water holds such an attraction for me – it is peaceful, restful and yet a force for change), every part of the garden makes me feel truly content. It is a kind of a Zen I suppose, inner calm and peace after after the problems of the outside world. The garden supplies an almost a spiritual or religious feeling, and does make me realise how those who are religious feel in their faith.

Originally for me, and many of you who read this blog and frequent the Enid Blyton Society forums, the draw to them was Enid Blyton, but now, they hold so much more than that. A real appreciation for the gardens in their own right, a real hidden gem and a (not so) secret garden.

The Funny Old Lamppost in the Entrance Garden by Stephanie Woods

The funny old lamppost in the Entrance Garden by Stephanie Woods

In the Entrance Garden, there is a funny old lamppost that stands at the far end, which always intrigues me. It seems to be in such a strange place, but feels right at home, often reminding me of the Entrance to Narnia in C. S Lewis’ The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Its presence certainly draws the eye down the garden, enticing you to explore the rest of the magical space.

Following the path around the garden, past the lamppost, through the high laurel hedges, takes you into the formal garden. The beds in front of you are laid out in rectangles, cut out of box hedges, the central pieces to these beds are small holly trees cut into circles. This garden lets your eye follow the path down the garden to the Lavender Terrace, and down to the proud water feature. I remember that during my first visit I almost forgot myself and hurried down that path to the fountain, I was so desperate to examine it closely. I don’t know how I managed my self restraint but I did, and wandered the rest of the garden, following the trail on my map.

The Rose and Clematis Walk has to be my second favourite part of the garden, tied with the Lavender Terrace. The heady scents of the roses peppered with the different colours of the delicately weaving clematis always feels like walking in to a fairy grotto to me. But this walk has another feeling to it, its heavy with the years as the original timbers are over one hundred years old! It all feels very romantic- I certainly wouldn’t say no if someone asked me to marry them under that arch! 😉 (I should be so lucky!)

As you wander through the walk to Mr Alpin’s garden with its short neat grass and the raised flower beds, there is a feeling of order and control, surrounded by tall hedges once more and fruiting trees. There is something restful about this part of the garden, and from where it joins the Lane Garden (a raised circular garden), you can see the stream that used to run  though the bottom of the garden.

The Rose and Clematis walk from the other end by Stephanie Woods

The Rose and Clematis Walk from the other end by Stephanie Woods

On your way to the Circle Garden, there is a Shade Garden, right at the end of the Rose and Clematis, in the opposite direction to Mr Aplin’s Garden. This end of the garden is dominated by tall trees, and adds wonderfully to the textural orchestra of the leaves in the wind. It can feel cool under these trees and the break out into the Circle Garden from under the carefully dripping leaves is one of the nicest feelings as the sun hits you and warms your skin.

The grasses in the Circle Garden make for such a soft sweet noise in the wind as they rustle delicately in the centre piece of the garden. This garden is full of gently swaying grasses, and feels quite charming and relaxing. Grasses are one of my favourite plants; I went through a bit of a plant stage when I was about ten and started collecting grasses. I loved untangling them or ‘combing their hair’ and running the fonds through my fingers, so this garden is my ten year old self’s favourite part of the garden.

And then we come to the Water Garden, a favourite of both mine and Fiona’s, a restful place with the gurgling fountain and small round pond surrounded by beautiful tube flowers that remind me of white lilies, called Zantedeschias. These white flowers look soft to touch, like satin where the leaves look waxy, but they set off the borders of the water feature beautifully.

This garden is the one where I feel most at home in these beautiful gardens, whether it is the running water or the sound of it, I don’t know, but somehow I feel more connected to Enid Blyton in this garden than any other. I often like to do a round of the gardens before I head back to the Water Garden, loving to linger there on one of the benches and just soak up the inspiration.

The Pencil Garden is next and its message always confuses me, supposed to be easy for children to understand but not for adults, the bright red and yellows of the flowers however, add a brilliant splash of colour to this shady part of the garden, surrounded by tall hedges and trees.

The pencil garden leads on to the Cottage Garden where the charming old well sits, along with a sun dial and small pond – full of newts I think! – but bursting with colour and textures. Beautiful orange lilies, the heavy scent of the wisteria and dark pinks of the clematis on the walls. Dotted around this garden are little chairs and tables for people to enjoy their tea and cake in the sunshine (there are also chairs and tables inside if the weather happens not to be so good).

Each part of this garden is full to the brim with charm, imagination, love and fantasy. You are transported from the moment you duck under the lych gate, and each twist and turn of the gate adds magic to the experience, and it is a magic that resonates deep within your soul.

As I said earlier, Enid Blyton brought me to Old Thatch, but the gardens, in their own right, make me want to keep coming back for me. And the reason for this is simple, I just don’t want to leave!

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Buying Enid Blyton books in charity shops

This advice is probably suitable for all vintage children’s books, not just Blytons, but we’re all about the Blytons on this blog! A lot of this is just common sense, and it’s not going to be a “go to this shop and look on this shelf,” sort of thing, because that’s much too specific and you most likely don’t live near any of the charity shops I frequent.

I like charity shops for a few reasons, really.

One is they’re fun – you never know what you might find. An amazing bargain or a hideous pair of shoes you just have to laugh at.

Two, you can often get a bargain – I don’t think I’ve paid full price for a book in years, in fact if you asked me to pay £7.99 for a paperback I’d probably laugh at you in a not very polite way and then trundle off to Tesco, Amazon or the charity shops to find it cheaper.

And three it’s nice to know my money is going to a good cause.

Anyway; these are just some of my observations from the past few years of hunting for books in charity shops.


WHERE TO LOOK

To me, every charity shop is worth looking in. If you’re a regular around your local ones you’ll probably start getting a feel for which will give you the best chance of finding a Blyton, but you just never know who’s going to suddenly donate a box of books from their attic, it may just be they choose the one you don’t normally visit.

I tend to find Oxfam (particularly their book/book and music stores) and Barnardo’s (again particularly their book only stores) some of the best charity shops for Blyton books.

The nearest Barnardo’s Books to me is in St Andrews and it’s really good, if annoyingly small and cramped. The number of times I’ve been tripped over as I crouch on the floor of the children’s book stand is ridiculous, and on a busy day you practically have to queue to look at each section. There’s a regular Barnardo’s in Dundee, and although it’s mostly clothes the book section’s not bad (unlike our Red Cross shop which doesn’t do books at all!?)

I was super-excited when an Oxfam Books re-opened in Dundee (we had an Oxfam that did everything, then went to books and music, and then closed a few years ago, but now it’s reopened in a new location). I can spend hours in that one between the children’s books, the fiction and the antique section as it’s so well organised.

Save the Children, British Heart Foundation and  Cancer Research can also be quite decent, in my experience, while Shelter, Sue Ryder Care and Debra are often poor in terms of books, but I always look just in case and on occasion I have been pleasantly surprised.

Of course it all very much depends on location and the staff in each store. Donations vary widely depending on where the shop is, and the sort of people who live around it. For example, the charity shops in Broughty Ferry, one of the more affluent areas of Dundee tends to have better stock than, say, the Hilltown shops which are in a poorer area. Likewise St Andrews is a wealthier sort of place and as such the charity shops have more quality stock.

Inside the shops, there are sometimes lots of places to look. Some have a dedicated children’s section, usually the Blytons are found there, if the shop has a lot of them there might be a whole box somewhere. You’re more likely to find modern paperbacks, complete with updated texts, but they’re often not that expensive. Children’s books, unless old, tend to be priced more cheaply than grown-up books.

Older hardbacks might also be found in an ‘antique’ or ‘vintage’ section, or on special display shelves or glass cases. You can often ask, too, if there are any Blyton books that haven’t yet been put out on the shelves.


PRICING

The price of a Blyton book will vary from shop to shop, place to place as well as being based on the usual factors of condition, rarity and age. It can also depend on which staff member wrote the price inside it!

The more book-focussed shops, with the more knowledgeable staff, tend to have the higher priced books (sometimes even over-priced, dare I say it!) while shops that don’t know a book’s worth often just price it low to sell it.

Location also makes a difference, shops in the classier streets of London, for example Richmond, will have higher prices to go along with their more affluent customers, compared to those in less well-off areas.


HAGGLING

Haggling in charity shops is a bit of a dicey area – after all the money is going to charity, but at the same time that doesn’t mean you should be ripped off when you’re shopping there. If you genuinely think a book is overpriced, and you have good reasons for it, do say something. Stef spoke to someone in the St Andrews Oxfam book store, about a Malcolm Saville she felt was overpriced (they’d priced it as a first edition when it was actually a book club edition) and she ended up getting it for a lot less than the original price. As long as you’re polite and aren’t just looking to pay less for the sake of it it’s worth at least inquiring about the price. Sensible staff will be happy to make a sale rather than leaving an over-priced book on the shelf.


OTHER TIPS

If you’re anything like me, a list is an invaluable tool when out book hunting. It’s worth noting which books you’re needing, so if you see something you’re not left swithering about whether you’ve got it or not (thus avoiding the annoyance of ending up with multiple copies, or worse, missing your chance to fill a gap in your collection!) If you like collecting early editions, a list of what you have (with edition and condition noted) can also be handy, so you can easily decide whether or not to replace your current copy with an older one, or a battered copy with a neater one. You can handwrite that of course, though printing out a list or saving a copy to your phone is probably easier.

Doing a bit of research can help you make those tricky decisions too, either before you go shopping on while you’re there using your smartphone, assuming you have one. I often find myself consulting the Cave of Books to see if the book I’m excitedly clutching is a genuine first edition or not.

If you’re not sure about the pricing you can check sites like eBay to see what it’s going for there (that’s a very rough guide, that doesn’t say anything about the true worth of the book, just what you’re likely to have to pay for it elsewhere.)

If you’re not like me and you don’t like a good rummage through a charity shop, (you strange person…) but you still want to support a good cause while adding to your Blyton collection you might like Oxfam Online, there are plenty of Blyton books (though in my humble opinion a lot of them are rather too dear!) Some charities also have a presence on eBay, and private sellers also have charity listings where a set percentage goes to a designated charity.

So there you have it. My guide to charity shopping for Blyton books. If you have anything useful to add please leave a comment!

Happy hunting 🙂

 

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 2

Determined not to keep you waiting a long time between chapters, I’m letting all of you lovely readers have a look at chapter two of The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure.

Chapter one can be found here

I do hope you enjoy!


Chapter 2

The next morning Julian woke up with the feeling that there was something different about the placement of his bed in his room. It took him a moment to remember that he wasn’t in his bed at home but in his new room at university and today was the first day of the year.  He lay there in his new bed for a moment, the sun streaming in through the window because he had neglected to pull the curtains shut last night. He turned in his bed and picked up his wrist watch to check the time.  It was half six in the morning.

Turning back on to his back, Julian rested his hands behind his head and just looked blankly up at the ceiling, trying to remember what the schedule had been for the day. He didn’t want to find out that he’d got his timings wrong.  He closed his eyes briefly, before his natural curiosity got the better of him. He smiled to himself and flung the covers back and swung himself out of bed to get dressed.

Julian wanted to explore and there was no better time to do that then when the rest of the university was still asleep and the sun was gently warming the world.  He pulled an old jumper over his shirt before slipping his shoes on, picking up his room keys and heading off through the corridors of his halls, outside into the sun shine.

He stood for a moment and let the sun warm him up before he looked around him and decided to follow the pathway around to the right. He walked slowly enjoying his new surroundings and taking it all in. He walked around the old buildings and kept an eye out for any signs of secret passages. He smiled to himself, aware that this was going to be something that he wouldn’t be able to curb throughout his life.

Julian walked slowly along the winding streets of St Andrews noting the signs for the castle and cathedral ruins. Picking up his pace, Julian decided to pace out his route from St Salvator’s halls to the university campus.

When he reached the campus and having consulted a handy map, Julian made sure that he knew where he was going for his first lecture of the day. He wandered under the big arches of the university buildings, his hands in his pockets, enjoying being one of the few people up and about.  He wondered aimlessly towards the grassy court yard where he stopped in the shadow of the arch and lent on the pillar, just looking at the building surrounding the grass and taking it all in, when he heard someone approaching him from his right. He stood up properly and looked around a small frown on his face as he waited for the person heading towards him to appear, he disliked that he had been interrupted in his contemplation time.

Darrell had woken up early, unable to stay asleep due to her excitement and the fact that she was in a new place with new adventures in front of her. She leapt quietly out of bed, so as not to disturb her friend, pulled her clothes towards her and dressed before picking up her shoes and her keys to slip out of the room and out into the grounds.  She found her way into the small court yard in the middle of the big grey building.

As she walked along the corridor to the other side of the courtyard, Darrell noticed that there was a silhouette of someone in the shadow of one of the pillars. She frowned a little and wondered who else apart from herself was up and about at this time in the morning. She wondered over to the silhouette slowly, unsure of what kind of reception she was going to get from this other person.

Julian was wondering how to treat this newcomer as well, unsure whether he was going to just simply nod to this new person, or to actually make some form of comment. He had been able to see enough in the gloom to work out that the person approaching him was a woman. Julian hadn’t had much chance to interact with women outside his family, so he was a little unsure of whether the approaching female would have any more of a clue how to interact with him.

Darrell wasn’t deterred by the fact that the person she was approaching was male. She smiled in a friendly way at him as she reached the place where he was standing.  She took a chance as she spoke to this new person, wanting to start her university life by trying to make friends.

“Morning,” she said happily, “it’s a lovely old building isn’t it? It reminds me of my boarding school down in Cornwall,” she said keeping an eye on the young man in front of her.

Julian was rather taken aback by the sudden conversation he appeared to have found himself in the middle or, and managed a rather natural smile before politely saying;

“Yes it’s a fine old building isn’t it? I’m Julian Kirrin by the way,” he said holding out a hand politely; rather unsure of the way he was supposed to act around young women.

Darrell took the outstretched hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you Julian, I’m Darrell Rivers,” she said smiling a little.

She stood back trying to get a decent look at him in the muted sunlight. She wasn’t sure what to say next, but Julian solved his problem for her. He was unsure himself if he should get himself into what could be an awkward conversation with a young lady.

“Pleasure to meet you Darrell,” he said smiling in a friendly way, “What are you here to study?” he asked politely.

“English,” Darrell replied in the same polite tone, smiling a little, “How about yourself? What are you here to study?”

As she was talking, Darrell stood back a little more so she could get a better look at the boy standing in front of her.

Julian smiled a little more. “Good choice. I used to quite enjoy English,” he said keeping his voice polite. He smiled nervously before answering her question about his chosen subject of study.

“I’m here to study physics,” he said, his mouth twisting into an uneasy grin. Darrell’s mind was working quickly, putting two and two together.

“Did you say your last name was Kirrin?” she asked, brushing her fringe back from her face, “As in the scientist, Quentin Kirrin?” she asked her eyes widening as she made the connection.

Julian gave her a weak smile.

“He’s my uncle,” he said looking a little embarrassed. He wasn’t really used to being linked to his uncle. People usually didn’t make the connection between them.

“He’s your uncle?” Darrell asked amazed. “Wow. You must be extremely clever, especially if you’re studying physics,” she added in wonder.

Julian shrugged a little, still smiling bashfully.“I’m not too bad when it comes to science. I’m no where as near as good as my uncle is, I assure you,” he said as people started appearing around them and hurrying up and down the corridor.

“Well it was nice meeting you,” he said giving a little shrug, and holding out his hand for her to shake.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. On some more early morning walks,” he said, allowing himself a small smile.

Darrell shook the hand that was in front of her and smiled a little.“Yes I’m sure I will see you around,” she said simply, allowing herself to smile as she let go of his hand and began to walk away, heading back the way she came to her dorm room.  She smiled to herself as she pushed open the door, to find Sally in the middle of dressing.

“Oh there you are!” Sally said turning as she pulled her blouse on, “I wondered where you’d gone! Although it didn’t take much to figure out that you’d gone off exploring,” she said smiling as she shook her hair back from her face.

“You might have woken me up though,” she added reproachfully, fixing Darrell with a meaningful stare.

Darrell laughed a little as she moved to her side of the room to sort her belongings out, and pack her bag with the things she would need for the day.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you,” Darrell said smiling at her friend over her shoulder as Sally bent down to tie her shoes.

Sally look up at Darrell as she sat on her bed, pulling her own bag towards her, she smiled back at her friend and shrugged.

“I might forgive you,” Sally said teasing, as she reached for her hair brush and a hair band to pull her hair back from her face.

“Just remember to wake me up next time you decide to go exploring, understood?” Sally said smiling. “I know what you’re like for leaving me out of things Darrell Rivers,” she teased her friend, as Darrell ran a brush through her own hair, before standing up and straightening out her clothes.

Sally smiled at her friend as she did the same, smoothing out her skirt and blouse, and picking up a cardigan and her bag before she turned to face her room mate.

“Shall we head down to breakfast?” she asked Darrell.

Darrell picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“Breakfast sounds like a very good idea,” she said smiling at her friend and heading out of the door, Sally following her.

Julian sat down in his first lecture at St Andrews and carefully chose a seat somewhere in the middle of the room. He got out his writing pad and pen before wrestling his large textbook out of his bag. Luckily he didn’t have too much difficultly and the book was soon lying on the desk in front of him.

Julian wondered if he should have should have waited for David and asked him if he wanted to go to their first lecture together, however Julian didn’t want to monopolize David’s time and stop him being friendly with anyone else.

The two boys had spoken a little on their way to St Salvator’s hall and at supper, but this morning, Julian had wanted to explore St Andrew’s on his own and had decided that he would see what happened in the lecture with David instead of forcing his friendship on him. Julian did consider asking David to be his lab partner, as it would be nice to be paired with someone he already knew.

Julian was deep in thought when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up. David was standing a little hesitantly.

“Would you mind if I…?” David asked, motioning to the empty seat next to Julian on the bench.

“Of course I don’t,” Julian said, secretly grateful and relieved that David seemed to like him.

David smiled happily and put his bag down on the work bench and pulled the stool towards him. “Great! I was hoping that you wouldn’t,” he said, smiling a little awkwardly.

Julian smiled and gave him a slap on the back.

“As long as you’re happy to be my lab partner for the semester,” Julian teased.

David laughed. “I hope I’m up to your standard,” he joked.

Julian smirked at David. “I just hope I’m up to yours,” he said as the professor came into the lecture room, pushing a trolley full of complex electrical equipment and beakers. The boys exchanged looks of amusement as the professor stopped and as he stood up from his stooped position from pushing the trolley, a late boy rushed into the classroom and almost ran straight into the professor. The little man jumped and put his hands out to stop the boy.

“Steady, lad, steady. I’ve not even started yet and this is some pretty serious equipment here,” the old man quavered.

The boy, who was tall and dark, nodded simply and moved to sit down, his pale skin flushed with humiliation. Julian recognised him as the one who had made him shiver when he had been on the train yesterday.  The other boys in the class were all smirking to themselves or to their newly made friends as the tall boy made his way over to one of the only spare seats left in the room. Julian lowered his gaze to the page of his book as the boy walked past, not wanting him to see the amusement on his face. David did the same. The boys all seemed to calm down when the professor pulled a list of names towards him and slowly and surely called them out, marking down the boy’s presence very steadily as he went along.

A couple of hours later, the boys were allowed to leave their lecture hall. Julian found himself sticking with David as they walked, discovering that he really quite liked this other boy.

“Did you know that Professor Doaty is supposed to be working for the Ministry of Research?” David asked in a low voice as the boys entered the dining hall.

Julian looked up quizzically from trying to put his heavy books in his rucksack as he walked. “No, I didn’t,” he said carefully. “How interesting, though I’m not really surprised. He reminds me of my uncle,” he said mildly, as he pushed open the door to the dining hall.

“Your uncle?” David asked confused. “I suppose he does look like that kind of a person…” David mused as the boys sort out somewhere to sit. They spotted some spare seats and made their way through the crowd towards them.

“Not in that sense. My uncle’s a scientist you see,” Julian said absentmindedly, as he sat down in one of the free spots they’d found in the dining room. “He’s very scatter brained. Leaves things all over the place, doesn’t even know if its breakfast or dinner time a large amount of the time,” he said managing finally to get his book in his bag.

“Still, jolly amusing when he loses something like his scientific research and it turns out he’s been sitting on it the whole time,” he said grinning widely, putting his bag on the floor and looking around the big dining hall.

“So where are you from?” David asked conversationally, after a moment of silence. Julian looked back at David from admiring the wood work of the ceiling.

“London, well just outside it originally,” Julian said shrugging. “Then we moved away from London, down by Kirrin bay, do you know it?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think I know it,” David said honestly. “Though it’s strange that you moved near a place that shares a name with you.”

“It’s not all that strange, if I’m honest,” Julian said shrugging. “My family are from around there, we’ve still got some family down there, actually living in Kirrin, whereas we’re just a little way away [1],” he smiled mildly.   “What about you? Where are you from?” he asked.

David smiled a little, “Shropshire by way of Hereford and London,” he answered. “Nothing really as exciting as yours,” he grinned.

Julian laughed a little. “It’s not really as exciting as it sounds, although the adventures were jolly exciting,” he said his eyes twinkling.

David chuckled a little. “What sort of adventures?” he asked leaning forward to talk to Julian as more people surged into the dining hall to eat.

Julian smiled a little, “what do you mean what sort of adventures?” he asked laughing. “There is usually only one type of adventure.”

He grinned a little as his eyes darted to the dining hall door as the tall boy from physics this morning slipped into the room. David’s eyes followed his gaze and he chuckled under his breath.

“I don’t think he’ll live that episode with the equipment trolley down,” David said shaking his head. Julian allowed himself a smirk.

“Do you know what his name is?” Julian asked turning back to David taking his eyes off the boy. He looked at him carefully.

“I’m not entirely sure,” David said carefully, “I don’t think he’s from Britain though,” He added meaningfully. “I think he’s Russian or something,” David shrugged. “There’s a lot of anti-foreigner feeling going on right now,” he said shaking his head. Julian nodded in agreement.

“Have you got any other lectures today?” Julian asked David looking at his watch.

David shook his head. “Not today, next lecture’s tomorrow afternoon, but I was thinking of checking out the debate club this evening, if you’d like to tag along,” he shrugged.

Julian smiled and nodded. “Thank you, that sounds like it should be some good fun,” he said smiling and looking down at the table. “I was thinking of walking into the town to pick up a paper, just wondered if you’d like to come with me?”

“I was thinking of doing the exact same thing if I’m honest,” David said smiling. “If you don’t mind me tagging along,” he added for good measure, he didn’t want to upset his new friend.

Julian chuckled a little. “Of course I don’t mind. I wouldn’t have asked if I wanted to go on my own,” he said grinning a little. “Shall we head out now?” he added. “If we’re not actually going to get some lunch while we’re here.”

David smirked and nodded. “Yes, this is true,” he said standing up and gathering his things together.

Julian smiled and stood up, swinging his rucksack on to his shoulders. “Let’s get going then,” he said happily, pushing his chair in and waiting for David. “I want to see what the outside world’s been up to.”


[1] See Five have a Mystery to Solve by Enid Blyton

The back of St Salvator's Halls in St Andrews. Photo by Stephanie Woods 2012

The back of St Salvator’s Halls in St Andrews. Photo by Stephanie Woods 2012

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Monday’s Muddle

So here we are again, Monday. The second Monday in September and the year is whizzing by at a rate of knots. It’s slowly getting colder, despite our Indian summer, those colder nights are drawing in.

Time to crack out the Blytons and snuggle down in front of the (metaphorical) fire with cups of warm cocoa and lots of home made cooking from Joanna.

This week, well we’re having a muddling week – hence the title. I shall be supplying the next chapter of The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure and I will dream up something else to give you, because we have no contributor this week.

Fiona tells me that she’s thinking about either having her Ship of Adventure review go up or she’ll treat us all to a new blog on how to find a good bargian for a Blyton book!

Well, apart from our appeal for some more contributions I don’t think there is much more to say, so I shall leave you with some pictures of a recent trip to Gloucester I had, and on a walk around our local wildlife park, Ashenbury.

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September Flowers

So we’re in September already, and we’re almost into the second week! Whoa now where has the year gone? The blog is almost ONE whole year old! Now that is a scary thought!

Anyway, that’s a whole different blog. Hopefully this post like the ones before it will help you look for September’s flowers now that there is that nip in the air and the nights are drawing in! As usual, do let us know how many you spot!

[Taken from Enid Blyton’s Nature Lover’s Book]

Wild Teazel: You cannot mistake this very tall, handsome, spiky-headed flower, growing in waste places. Its flowers are in dense, oval heads that look spiky. Below the heads are long spiny bracts. Notice the long, lance-shaped prickly leaves, and the very prickly stalk.

Wild Teazel by Stephanie Woods

Wild Teazel by Stephanie Woods

Mugwort or Wormwood: This autumn flower grows by field and wayside. It has whitish-green, rather woolly-looking flowers with red or yellow centres. The flower grow in short clusters up the stalks. Notice the pale-green stalk with red ridges, and the handsome, feather- shaped leaves, backed by a pair of pointed leaves. [Stef’s Note: You may be more familar with this plant from JK Rowling’s Harry Potter Series.]

Mugwort or Wormwood from scotlandwildlife.blogspot.com

Mugwort or Wormwood from scotlandwildlife.blogspot.com

Purple Loosestrife: This tall, spiky plant grows in damp places, by the sides of streams or on mashy ground. The flowers are rich purple, growing in rings round the stem, each circle being seperated from the next by a pair of pointed leaves.

Purple Loosestrife by http://www.rspb.org.uk

Purple Loosestrife by http://www.rspb.org.uk

Sneezewort Yarrow: If you grown batchelor’s – buttons in your garden, you will easily know the sneezewort yarrow, because it is very like it. You will find it growing anywhere now, and you will know it by the cluster of white daisy -like flowers growing on the short stalks at the top of the main stem. Notice the long – veined. sword – shaped leaves. This sneezewort yarrow is, of course, a cousin of the yarrow, or milfoil, we mentioned before.

Sneezewort Yarrow by http://www.wildflower.org.uk

Marsh Cudweed: Look for this common plant in damp fields. You will know it by its unusual  pale – brown flowers, and by the fact that the whole plant has a downy appearance. The flower – heads are in small knots at the branch – tips. The leaves are usually strap – shaped.

Common Grass of Parnassus: This plant is common in marshes and any damp place everywhere. See if you can find the large white flowers growing singly at the ends of their long stalks. Fell the stalks – they are square, and are a little twisted. Notice the five creamy – white petals, and the five little scales inside, which hold nectar. The leaves are oval, growing from the root, and each leaf has a long stalk of its own. On each flower – stalk is one leaf without a stalk.

Common Grass of Parnassus by http://www.british-wild-flowers.co.uk

Common Grass of Parnassus by http://www.british-wild-flowers.co.uk

So there you have it. Five flowers to look out for this September! Happy hunting!

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Naughty Amelia Jane!

The Amelia Jane books might well have been the first Blyton ones I read, or had read to me. As I’ve mentioned before I had Dean editions of the first two books, but now I have a 1947 ninth impression of Naughty Amelia Jane. I actually bought this at the 2012 Enid Blyton day, as I (with my slight disdain of Deans) wanted an earlier edition. Inside it says £10, but I happen to remember I found it in a ‘bargain box’ where all books were £2.50, so I was very pleased.

For those of you who aren’t familiar with the Amelia Jane books, the title character is a doll. She was actually based on a real doll, owned by Blyton’s elder daughter Gillian. Blyton would tell Gillian tales of all the things her doll got up to when left alone in the nursery, and that’s where the books came from. They were all originally published in various Sunny Stories magazines before being collected into a book.

First edition dustjacket by Sylvia Venus

First edition dustjacket by Sylvia Venus

Naughty Amelia Jane is the first book in the series, and it introduces us to the naughty doll, explaining she is home-made and lacks the inbuilt manners of shop-bought toys.


NAUGHTY AMELIA JANE

The first story, also called Naughty Amelia Jane, gives us an idea of just how bad her behaviour can be from pushing toys into the goldfish bowl to pouring milk down their necks. This is probably the story I remember best as Amelia Jane runs amok with a pair scissors, chopping up everything in sight. The curtains, the hearth rug, Nurse’s handkerchief, the carpet and worst of all – the pink rabbit’s tail! The toys are at a loss on how to stop her, she is bigger and stronger than they are. Luckily the brownies who live in the tree outside come to their rescue, magicking the scissors away from her so the toys can push her into a cupboard.

Pouring milk down golly’s neck by Sylvia Venus

She begs to be let out and promises to be better behaved in the future, but the toys don’t believe her. She is only let out when the brownies need rescued as she can fly the toy plane out of the nursery window and frighten off the goblins, proving she can do good as well as bad.


AMELIA JANE GETS A SHOCK

Her good behaviour doesn’t last long, though, and in Amelia Jane Gets a Shock she’s back to her old ways, playing nasty tricks on the toys. Her main misbehaviour this time is soaking everyone with a soda-syphon, forcing the toys to come up with a way to stop her. They come up with a great idea – polishing the bottom of her shoes so they are so slippery she falls over every time she runs after them with a sharp pin. The toys are too nice, though, and when she cries they tell her to take the shoes off and even bandage her bumped head. Again she promises to be good in the future but can we really believe her?


AMELIA JANE AT THE SEA

Apparently not, as the next story opens with her threatening to throw sand over everyone and pour seawater down the golly’s neck. And indeed she does do both of those things. After she pushes the teddy bear into a rock pool she decides to wade out to a rock in the sea for a little rest. Unfortunately for her she falls asleep and the tide comes in, leaving her stranded. The toys have all gone home with the children too, so there’s no-one to hear her cries of distress. When the toys do realise what’s happened they immediately set out with a toy boat to rescue her. After that, she is a very well behaved doll for the rest of the holiday.


AMELIA JANE AND THE COWBOY DOLL

When she returns home, though, she goes back to her old ways. A cowboy doll comes to stay in the nursery for a while in Amelia Jane and the Cowboy Doll, and he’s a very wild sort of toy. Amelia Jane encourages him to lasso the other toys, and then gets him to teach her how to lasso as well much to the horror of the rest of the toys. She gets a bit of comeuppance when she accidentally lassos the tigers and bears, getting scratched in the process. That makes her behave for a little while, but when she sees some sweets on the mantle she tries to lasso them, and instead pulls a goldfish bowl of tadpoles down onto herself and the cowboy doll. She’s quite subdued after that nasty experience, even though it’s all her own fault!


AMELIA JANE AND THE PLASTICINE

After being good for a very long time – so long the golden-haired doll thought she was ill – Amelia Jane finds a box of plasticine in the cupboard. She’s very good at making things with it and secretly makes the teddy bear a long tail which at first he is very proud of. She then frightens him by turning it into a snake, and makes herself out to be a hero by ‘rescuing it for him’. Later, she throws a party and invites all the toys. But the chairs are all made of plasticine and so collapse as soon as they’re sat on, throwing the unfortunate toys to the floor. To get their own back, they fashion some black plasticine beetles to frighten her with, putting her off mischief for a little while.


STOP IT, AMELIA JANE!

Not too long, though, as soon a pop-gun comes to the nursery. Amelia Jane can’t resist firing the cork at the poor toys, until they are at their wit’s end. They come up with a very clever plan, though. They find an old toy gun that doesn’t fire, but when they pretend to shoot her they burst a balloon with an almighty bang. She really believes she has been shot, and promises not to shoot at them again. She even bandages up her “wounds” after!


AMELIA JANE AND THE CHIMNEY

Tiddles the kitten comes to visit the nursery and Amelia Jane tries to keep her all to herself, pushing away any toy who tries to get too close. She is rather silly and dresses Tiddles up in doll’s clothes, trapping her in the nursery. Tiddles is unsurprisingly upset by that and darts up the chimney. In the end Amelia Jane feels guilty and goes to rescue her, getting scratched by her claws in the process. Worse is to come, though, as the chimney sweep arrives and sweeps both Amelia Jane and the kitten right out onto the roof! Tiddles is fine, she climbs down easily but Amelia Jane falls into a holly bush.


AMELIA JANE AND THE SOAP

After behaving for a whole week, Amelia Jane wants to imitate some children she has seen on skates. The title of the story gives us a clue here, it is soap she uses to slither up and down the hallway, tied to her feet with ribbons. She gets carried away though, and is seen by Nanny. It’s dark though, and so Nanny blames the cat and punishes her. The cat then scratches Amelia Jane in retribution.


AMELIA JANE AND THE SNOW

In Amelia Jane and the Snow the toys all wrap up to go out to play. All except Amelia Jane that is, she just goes out in her black shoes and red dress to make lots of snowballs to throw at everyone else. The toys then build a lovely snow-house complete with a window made of ice. A rather chilly Amelia Jane takes over the little house, and foolishly lights a fire inside it. Of course the inevitable happens, the house melts away and soaks her to the skin and she ends up with a nasty cold afterwards!


AMELIA JANE GOES MAD

After being good for ‘simply ages’ Amelia Jane becomes naughtier than ever. She finds a toy watering-can and uses it to water the toys at every opportunity. She then splashes them with water from the sink, soaks a sponge in the goldfish bowl and uses that to dribble water over the toys. The toys decide that if she’s so fond of water she can get soaked herself and go after her with a soda-syphon.


AMELIA JANE AND THE MATCHES

In this final story she gets hold of a box of matches using a string lasso. She strikes a few matches, while the clockwork mouse watches in awe. The rest of the toys know how dangerous matches are so they steer well clear. The toys give Amelia Jane a talking to later, and decide to send her to Coventry. While they’re doing that, the clockwork mouse gets hold of the remaining matches and accidentally burns off his whiskers! He carelessly tosses the match away and sets fire to a book as well. Amelia Jane rushes to the rescue, patting out the fire with a blanket and then throwing water over it. The toys forgive her because of her bravery and tend to her burnt hands.


So there you have it, eleven lovely little stories. They all have the same sorts of message; that being cruel, unkind, careless or selfish has consequences. Amelia Jane always gets her comeuppance, whether it’s at the hands of the toys or because one of her plans goes badly wrong. Despite that the stories don’t feel repeated at all – there’s plenty of variety in the them, Blyton comes up with countless nasty tricks and silly pranks. There’s also plenty of variety in the way things happen, sometimes Amelia Jane is a bit of a bully, other times she’s just plain careless. Sometimes the toys deliberately set out to teach her a lesson and other times she is a victim of her own pranks.

My favourite stories are probably Naughty Amelia Jane, for the sheer naughtiness of the doll, and Amelia Jane and the Plasticine because the story is so inventive.

I actually miss my Dean edition, as I loved the Renee Cloke illustrations. I can picture them now; particularly the one of the toys falling off their plasticine chairs. Sylvia Venus’ illustrations are charming, and perhaps more ‘life like’ but as with so many things, it’s the familiar childhood things that you cherish.

Rene Cloke’s version of the milk pouring –  how I see Amelia Jane in my mind.

The stories are prefect for younger children as they’re not too long but plenty of exciting and funny things happen in them. They do have strong morals but they’re not preachy at all.  Very little time is wasted on explanations either; once you’ve read all the stories you’ll know the toys live in a nursery and belong to two children. You’ll figure out that they are just toys during the day, but when no-ones looking they are free to run around (in fact they play mostly at night when everyone’s in bed!)

There are two more collections of Amelia Jane stories published in Blyton’s lifetime (a third was published in 2001 but I don’t have that), so I will review them in due course!

Next review: Amelia Jane Again! part 1

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The Marsh of Adventure By Poppy, chapter 5

Chapter five:

A mysterious tale

Alf began the tale, sitting back and closing his eyes. “I can assure you this tale is completely true, and it is set here in Lowfell about one hundred years ago when my great-grandfather was alive. He was a shepherd and lived here on Lowfell Hill, in a hut just like this one, with a view of the marsh.” He paused, then took a great big handkerchief out of his pocket and rubbed his great big red nose with it. The children waited impatiently.
“He were alive when it ’appened.”

“When what happened?” Lucy-Ann asked cautiously. Her eyes were big and wide, with a scared expression in them.

“When the smugglers came.” Alf replied looking grave.

“The marsh hasn’t always been marsh land, you know. Once it were part of the sea, its tide lapping against the rocks. Was a little harbour and all, ‘me grandfather always went fishing out there…until it ‘appened.”

He looked down at his feet as he said this and frowned. “The smugglers, they came right here, up into the hills on one cold stormy night. It were raining and thundering. Here was ‘me grandfather, sittin’ in his ‘ut and then two shadows fell across the room. He caught the sight of two men creeping up further into the ‘ill.”

The children listened in excitement. Lucy-Ann felt a little shiver creep up her spine. Alf certainly could tell a story well! All the time, he looked at them, his small glassy eyes rolling from side to side.

“Twas the night when the wind howled and the lightning tore the sky in two. Twas the night when a ship was on its way to deliver some valuable cargo to Lowfell. Dunno what it was exactly, but it was important it was delivered safely. Of course, the marsh was sea back then, and all the ship had to do was to drop the bundles of cargo off at the little harbour…”

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First Monday in September

Well, September is upon us, and so is Autumn. In Dundee the season practically changed overnight, Saturday was warm and sunny but Sunday was cold, cloudy and windy.

Our contributor this week is Poppy, and we’ll be putting up the next chapter of her story; The Marsh of Adventure.

I did ask Stef what she would be posting and her answer was ‘either my trip to Bourne End or September Flowers,’ so you’ve got one of those two to look forward to.

I’ve got a choice also, between reviewing The Ship of Adventure and Naughty Amelia Jane. I’m torn between finishing the Adventure Series reviews before starting something new and just going ahead with Amelia Jane seeing as I’ve already started. Well, I’ll decide in time to write something I hope!

In case you missed it yesterday, Stef has posted the first chapter her full-length novel The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Mystery. It features Blyton characters Julian Kirrin, Sally Hope and Darrell Rivers at university along with David Morton from the Lone Pine books by Malcolm Saville. I’ve read the whole thing (no I won’t tell you the ending!) and it’s fabulous, so do check it out!

To stick with tradition; here are some of my latest photographs.

All except those in Balgay park were taken just outside of Dundee, all on my walks along the old dismantled railway line that ran from Dundee to the village of Newtyle from 1830 to the 1960s. I barely saw another soul on the walks and occasionally found myself looking over my shoulder in case a spook train should suddenly come tearing along behind me (running on spook tracks of course!)

Anyway, enjoy the week and the start of autumn (unless you’re somewhere that’s just starting spring, if so enjoy that!)

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The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure, chapter 1

OK we we’re having a bit of a party at World of Blyton this week, having reached 200 posts and all, and as blog post 203, I’m going to treat you to the first chapter of my completed fan fiction The Missing Papers: A St Andrews Adventure. If you like it, I shall post some more for you, maybe the whole thing will go up eventually if people wish!

So here you are, please enjoy and leave any feedback below.

Note: Spoilers

Disclaimer: I have slightly fudged the dates of the The Famous Five and Malory Towers books to allow this story to go ahead. It does not inflict on the actual story.

I own do not own anything related to Malory Towers or The Famous Five which were put onto paper by the wonderful Enid Blyton. I also do not own, anything in connection to David Morton who has been taken from another favourite series of mine, The Lone Pine stories by Malcolm Saville. I just own the story line.


Chapter 1

Julian Kirrin made his way through the big, noisy station at Kings Cross, looking for the platform where the train for St Andrews University would leave from. It was all incredibly exciting.

When he had found the train Julian settled himself into a seat in the corner of one of the carriages that had been specially marked for all the students of St Andrews University. He was on his own and sat, watching, as the last of the trunks on the platform were loaded into the guard’s van. His satchel and overnight case were resting on the rack above his head. On the seat next to him sat his book and the morning paper. He could just about hear people moving about in the train’s corridor through the shut door.

Julian was still staring out of the window when the door of his compartment was opened. He turned his head to look at the new comer and smiled at a boy of about his own age with brown hair, who was looking into the compartment warily.

“Do you mind?” he asked, motioning to one of the empty seats opposite Julian and shifting his satchel higher up his shoulder.

“Of course not,” Julian said.

He smiled again at the boy, who looked relieved and dumped his stuff on a seat on the other side of the compartment.

Julian turned to look back out of the window, not wanting to stare awkwardly at the new comer. As he looked out onto the platform, another boy caught his attention. This one was tall and wiry with a mop of dark hair that curled slightly and was as long as his collar. His face was deathly pale and he wore a slight frown.

As Julian watched the young man on the platform he turned and his eyes met Julian’s. Julian held the stare until the other boy broke it and walked off, further up the platform. Julian had to repress a shiver; the boy’s eyes had been so cold, emotionless. Julian bit the inside of his lip and then shook his head, trying to pull his mind away from the boy with the cold eyes.

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A celebration of 200 posts

Some of you may remember that back in March this year we reached one hundred posts on the blog. Well, this week we reached our two-hundredth with our Monday post. (This is post number two hundred and two!) That’s an awful lot of posts!

We did a special post for our hundredth one, Stef and I talking, well, typing, about our favourite blog moments. So, I thought I would do something similar again.

It took us four months to make our first hundred posts, but nearer six to make the next hundred as we settled into our current posting pattern.

So, what have been my blogging highlights from our last hundred posts?

– All our little milestones have been fabulous. Every thousand views we still get a bit excited. Our last milestone was 26,000 (just this week!) and we’ve also smashed our daily view record  it’s now 301(!) as of July 2nd.

The moment we hit 300 views in one day

The moment we hit 300 views in one day

– The post I enjoyed writing most was probably one I did last week on The Circus of Adventure. It’s one of my favourite Blyton books and I could have rambled on forever about it. As it was I listed endless favourite moments from it!

– My other favourite posts to write were the two I did on making Blyton-y crafts. It was my first attempts at writing anything of a ‘how-to’ nature, and I rather enjoyed it. I may have to find some new craft projects just so I can write about them.

– I was excited when we welcomed some new contributor, namely Francis (Stef and I had to badger him over lunch on the Society day out in Beckenham!) who’s penned a couple of great blogs for us, and I hope he will send more!

– My favourite contributor’s blog would probably be either Corinna’s Confessions of a Blyton Fan, or Francis’ Confessions of a Blyton Addict. What can I say, it’s good to know I’m not alone!

– My other highlights would be every time I see a new comment popping up on the blog and I get to read the lovely things people say about what we’ve written. We can always rely on Francis, Pete and Chrissie for that!

– I’ve had a look at what’s been the most popular of our last 100 posts, and I’m pleased ( and very surprised) to say it was something I wrote! When people search for Blyton, what are they looking for? is the most viewed of our last hundred, followed by Julian’s News part four,  and part five, both by Stef.

– And finally, I had a fabulous time when I went down to London and Reading, spending Blyton-y time with Stef and some of the forumites. All in the name of research for the blog of course! The perfect excuse for a wander around the gardens at Old Thatch.

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Stef on our trip to Old Thatch in June

And there we have it, a short but sweet look at our last hundred posts. Here’s to another hundred posts (it’ll be Stef’s turn to write a post when we reach three hundred!)

I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading the posts as much as we’ve enjoyed writing them and putting them up for you.

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