Five Go Off in a Caravan

I do love the beginning of the summer hols,' said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.' 'They go so nice and slowly at first,' said Anne, his little sister. 'Then they start to gallop.

Soon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily. There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.

A clown needn't be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he's in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they're just being ordinary men, they've got quite sad faces.

pointing. ‘And if so, it looks as if tomorrow we ought to come to those hills above the lake. Then we

Nobby! We’re going into the town for the day,’ yelled Julian at the top of his voice. ‘We’re …’ Tiger Dan suddenly appeared behind Nobby and grabbed his arm fiercely. Nobby put up a hand to protect his face, as if he expected a blow. Julian yelled again: ‘We’re going into the town, Nobby! We shan’t be back till evening. Can you hear me? WE’RE GOING TO THE TOWN!’ The whole camp must have heard Julian. But he was quite determined that, whoever else didn’t hear, Tiger Dan certainly should. Nobby tried to shake off his uncle’s hand, and opened his mouth to yell back something. But Dan roughly put his hand across Nobby’s