Who is watching as the Blossom Top Gang celebrate their victory over the Freezlings? They begin their long journey home unaware of their watcher and what’s to come. Their return is eagerly awaited for by the mischievous Mr Jar and the others. The journey back will be just as hazardous as it was coming, the gang were met with many strange things; luckily though, each member has a trick up their sleeve and a worthy weapon to go with it and many a baddy has been taken by surprise. Mr Blow Pants couldn’t believe his eyes and Skipperty Spikes lost his eyebrows when they met the incredibly spiteful and dangerous ‘Fat Babies’, they are truly to be avoided at all costs. There is always an adventure to be had and a mystery to be solved which for over a hundred years Grandma Beany and Mr Applefield have been all too ready and willing to do, but now Jack and Callie have come of age and their powers have been granted to them, and what powers they are! Blossom Top must be kept safe at all costs, it is the gateway to everywhere and the Blossom Top Gang are the gatekeepers making sure no criminals get through.

An account of the author's boyhood in China and his internment by the Japanese during the Second World War.

This fascinating collection of traditional metaphors and figures of speech, groups expressions according to theme. The second edition includes over 1,500 new entries, more information on first known usages, a new introduction and two expanded indexes. It will appeal to those interested in cultural history and the English language.

with tunes, singing rhymes and methods of playing according to the variants extant and recorded in different parts of the Kingdom

Lark Rise By Flora Thompson The last words are true of the hamlet of Lark Rise. Because they were still an organic community, subsisting on the food, however scanty and monotonous, they raised themselves, they enjoyed good health and so, in spite of grinding poverty, no money to spend on amusements and hardly any for necessities, happiness. They still sang out-of-doors and kept May Day and Harvest Home. The songs were travesties of the traditional ones, but their blurred echoes and the remnants of the old salty country speech had not yet died and left the fields to their modern silence. The songs came from their own lips, not out of a box.