Inspired by trews mrs tiggywinkle thread..my mum read to me, my brother & sister regularly as a child.
My dad used to own a VW camper (going by the name of betsy) and we would often go away at weekends (much to mums annoyance - it meant packing up 3 kids/food etc) at least once a month. We travelled all over the UK/Scotland (even the highlands)/Wales..I can honestly say i have seen a huge amount of the country that we live in (quite proud of this fact :redface.
In the evening time we all used to snuggle up in the van with a candle on and listen to my mum read to us. Mum is a good reader as she used a different voice for each person.
Some of the books i remember her reading are -
The narnia books (all of them)
Taran Wanderer - - I loved these books because of gurgi & his "munchings & crunchings" :redface::giggle:
I am sure there were more but these are the 2 that most stand out to me ..
I can also remember her reading some enid blyton to use, and i recall this book called The day it rained in colour. I was a very small child (i think around 4 or 5 ) but i can remember how the story goes as clear as anything.
ETA.. Just remembering has made me feel all fuzzy inside.:redface:
My dad used to own a VW camper (going by the name of betsy) and we would often go away at weekends (much to mums annoyance - it meant packing up 3 kids/food etc) at least once a month. We travelled all over the UK/Scotland (even the highlands)/Wales..I can honestly say i have seen a huge amount of the country that we live in (quite proud of this fact :redface.
In the evening time we all used to snuggle up in the van with a candle on and listen to my mum read to us. Mum is a good reader as she used a different voice for each person.
Some of the books i remember her reading are -
The narnia books (all of them)
Taran Wanderer - - I loved these books because of gurgi & his "munchings & crunchings" :redface::giggle:
I am sure there were more but these are the 2 that most stand out to me ..
I can also remember her reading some enid blyton to use, and i recall this book called The day it rained in colour. I was a very small child (i think around 4 or 5 ) but i can remember how the story goes as clear as anything.
ETA.. Just remembering has made me feel all fuzzy inside.:redface:
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