Andrew's sister's boyfriend is the great-grandson of the cousin of Enid Blyton. A tenuous link perhaps? I think not. His grandma is Nora of Naughty Nora fame. How cool is that? Anyways, what got me thinking of Enid Blyton was our traipsing the Welsh hills on Saturday with Andrew and his parents. His father spent summers meandering over these hills as a child, going home to eat when the train chugged through the valley. He put pennies on the tracks, tickled trout, climbed across rivers on poachers wires - a thoroughly Blyton-esque childhood. I'd like my children to be able to grow up like this. Wild, carefree and full of adventure.
2 comments:
How amazing is that link.
The hills look lovely.
YOur kids will be wild and carefree and adventurous where ever they grow up, because you will give them wings.
Sounds i-dill-ic!! Amazing and aweing and just make sme want to strip of find a hill run up it and yodel at the top!!!
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