Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

Blue Angels

Well, we set out for our first letterbox this morning. We headed to Timbrook Park a few miles from home. My son was the nature expert with his various nature guides. My daughter was the keeper and reader of the clues.

Intrepid explorers at the trail-head.

After following the clues to the location, we were surprised to find that the letterbox had been stolen! We walked around the area for a while before deciding to give up and just go for a walk on one of the trails.

Lovely Timbrook Park

However, as we were turning to go I saw a camouflage container lying in the middle of a huge clump of thorn bushes. Risking life and limb, I dug it out to find that it was indeed the letterbox, (tossed into the thorns perhaps by an injudicious late night partier who found it and was upset that it was not a can of beer)!

Having ended a successful treasure hunt, we headed home to a well-earned breakfast.