The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
Enid BlytonMy work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
Enid Blyton