What Enid Blyton and Brambly Hedge don't tell you about being Black in the British countryside
It all started with Brambly Hedge and those exquisite drawings of Mrs Apple’s kitchen at Crabapple Cottage: her shelves overflowing with homemade jams, woven baskets heaped with currants and rosehips, drying herbs strung up in bunches along wooden beams. I could only have been four or five when I read Jill Barklem’s books, but I already knew I wanted to sit at Mrs Apple’s table and taste her freshly baked bread and blackberry puddings. I longed to be young Wilfred, off on an adventure, gathering
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