In days like these, what joy to have Enid Blyton back on TV, writes LIBBY PURVES
Oh, to be twelve years old in a straw hat and blazer, hugging dull, tidily dressed parents goodbye and chugging westward with your lacrosse stick on a steam train to go to a school in a castle! To feast at midnight, to dream of making the first team and to dodge Matron’s ferocity by hastily … Read more