soon as I saw this tree I knew the title I would give it, I looked
up into its branches searching for Moonface and Mr Saucepan. If
only I was younger and more nimble I could climb to the top and
visit The World of Spells and The Land of Do-As-You-Please.
Enid Blyton is a much maligned writer who did wonders for the
imagination of those of my generation. She was born in 1897 and
should never have been harshly judged by grown-ups devoid of the
innocence of children.