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books > Home to Witchend > story A fitting finale to the Lone Pine series
of stories. The characters have come of age and realise how much their
friendships mean to one another. The decisions they take will form the
basis of their adult lives but they are not so grown-up that they cannot
enjoy a thrilling adventure.
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Three months ago, David had celebrated
his eighteenth birthday. She had hoped that they would all come to
Shropshire, but it had never been suggested, and she had been invited to the
party in London. Somehow that was not what she had hoped for, although
David’s parents had been as kind and affectionate to her as ever. Dickie
and Mary, David’s twin brother and sister, had been in great form, but there
had never been much time nor opportunity for her to be alone with David.
She had given him a watch for which she had saved for nearly a year, and
although he was thrilled, and happy that she was there, Peter was not
altogether sorry to leave London, which she hated. And although he had
often written—and he was not a very good letter-writer—he had hardly
mentioned her own birthday. Since Peter had gone to work in Ludlow, she had met many more young people of her own age and had begun to realize that the world was bigger than Witchend, the Long Mynd and the Stiperstones. Her nearest friends were Alf Ingles and his wife Betty, who lived at their farm half a mile down the lane, and Peter and her father were always welcome there. On the farm lived and worked their orphaned nephew, Tom, who was one of the first Lone Piners and as true as gold, but his girl was Jenny Harman who lived over at Barton Beach, and who now went to work daily at a bookshop in Shrewsbury. She was a loyal friend but they did not often meet now, and there were times when Peter was not only lonely for David, but for her old friends. |
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