As 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.