Set the term after Secret Water. Captain Nancy writes to Titty a while she is settling in at her new school.
One of the Coots is a POW in WW2 and escapes. Based on two true stories and therefore grim. This is the sixth chapter of "Pieces", but I'm posting it separately so you can miss it out if you want. No swearing or sex. We don't see the violence. Rated M so you can't read it by accident when you were looking for a comfort read.
I posted some of these snippets two years ago, but took the story down as some of the snippets got inserted into their own stories and some turned out not to have happened that way after all. Also, since I made a guessing game out of it, I did torture some sentences to provide pronouns rather names. So here, without the guessing, and with one extra little bit are some Valentine day
1949. Viscount St George died in 1940. Dorothea, his wife for 1 month and widow for 9 years, is soon to remarry. Jerry has visited his cousin, Bredon Wimsey, to speak to him about the matter, and has now decided to visit his father, Gerald Wimsey before giving up his ghostly form for (he hopes) good.
Set during my story " A provincial lady visits the Lake." ( just after the Picts and the Martyrs) The younger Swallows have befriended Vicky and Robin who are spending the night on Wild Cat island, never having camped before. The mates and captains have their misgivings about this, and John is having trouble sleeping. He tries to get to sleep by imagining a "prequel" to Missee Lee.
The young Walker family have lived in Malta for over two years, but now John is no longer stationed there, and Nancy has brought her daughters home to Beckfoot. Peggy and Jim are have come for a visit. The little Bradings get on like a house on fire with their Walker cousins.
This story is set in the Easter holidays after Great Northern? and, I hope, explains the "hotel scene" in Baltic adventure and some discrepancies between Swallowdale and The Picts and the Martyrs.
Roger Walker starts his first term at St Custards. The story is told by Nigel Molesworth. It should be a crossover but sadly there isn't a Molesworth category, nor is there a ridiculous nonsense genre. The Speeling is ment to bee lik that. Oh noe, I can't seam to stopp doing it now.