PICTS AND THE MARTYRS, THE (Swallows And Amazons)

Those two Blackett sisters are back at it again, and Nancy is right there in the thick of it. Their mother (doubtless su?ering from exhaustion) has gone o? sailing in the North Sea with Captain Flint on a rest cure, but she has allowed her two daughters to stay a fortnight at Beckfoot on the lakeshore with their trusty cook. Shes also permitted their two old friends, Dick and Dorothea Callum, to come up for a visit. But when their redoubtable Great Aunt (a.k.a. G.A.) hears of their abandonment, shes horri?ed and o? on the next train. The Amazons are dismayed; not only will their solo holiday be ruined, but now theyll have to hide their two guests in the woods in an abandoned shepherds cottage where theyll be forced to live o? the land like savages (ergo The Picts), while theyll be required to dress up in white pinafores, practice the piano-forte, and recite reams of parlor poetry aloud (ergo The Martyrs). Not much stretch here; no one dares tri?e with the G. A. As usual with Ransome, the fun is gentle, the action nonstop, and the instructions on everything from tickling trout to setting anchors are precise and informed. Even the formidable aunt proves to have virtues, not the least of which is her ability to say shes sorry. The Picts & the Martyrs Stands out in triumph. The Times Literary Supplement