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                Excitement and humour, some danger and a little romance?
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A heart warming story of...improvisation...but most of all endurance...packed with interesting snippets... plenty of entertainment         THE WEST BRITON.

Is this everyone's dream?                                  RADIO CORNWALL.

Turned  to reality his dream....the absolute limits of endurance...
            but a gentle story of an idyllic life                                   CARAVAN MAGAZINE

an equally cracking sequel...a life woven through with a rich vein of romance... will appeal to readers of all ages...Nature plays an integral role and it is happily devoid of crime and violence.                                                                                        THE CORNISHMAN

...pulls very few punches... told simply and effectively...I'd recommend Gordon Channer's books to anybody who would enjoy reading how a real family made their dream come true.               MOTORCARAVAN  MOTORHOME  MONTHLY

To anyone who enjoys a good easy family read this is the book for you...full to overflowing with their adventures... a book worth reading. CAMPING & CARAVANNING

Cornish dream became reality - HEADLINE.  It is a gentle book, packed with incidents and a real unique feel for the Cornish landscape.    WESTERN MORNING NEWS

...full of human colour...the reader is there willing them to succeed.    BH&HPA JOURNAL

It's a very good gook with a great deal of humour about real people and real situations. Once I have picked it up I don't want to put it down.     CARAVAN LIFE
                                                       EXTRACT  SIX
     "Does your father sell water-carriers?" the woman asked casually, as two girls sat in the visiting caravan, animatedly swapping tales. Sharon looked up at her new friend’s mother, shaking her head. "No, there’s a place at Scorrier, about twelve miles, or Bennetts, the gas suppliers in Penzance might have some."
     "OK, thanks," the woman nodded. "Ours is going green inside, I’ve tried several things, but it won’t come out. Lock the caravan if you go out Sally, we’re off down the river path for an evening walk to St Erth; take an hour probably." The parents departed, leaving the girls together. As the footsteps faded, Sharon leaned across, speaking in a whisper.
     "I know how to clean that water carrier. Let’s do it as a surprise?" Seeing her friend’s nod, she rose making for the door, peeping out, then signalling Sally to wait. Once the couple were out of sight, Sharon opened the door wide and went outside, leaving her friend to lift the half-full water carrier. With the door carefully locked, she led the way towards a stony area that no soil had been available to cover. Reaching it they moved behind some small bushes that screened one side.
     "Put it down and take off the top."
     "What are you going to do?" Sally asked, lowering the narrow-necked container, taking off the top and laying it on the ground.
     "Fill it with stones, ones about pea sized are best."
     "Mum will go mad!"
     "She won’t know. It will be clean - really. But don’t tell her how you did it. Say... say we filled it with Cornish Piskies, and they scrubbed it clean!"
     The two girls gathered handfuls of stone, feeding them carefully into the top.
     "The water’s terribly cloudy." Sally sounded doubtful.
     "Wait ’til we finish, it’s going to look much worse, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. We do ours this way."
     After a few more handfuls, Sharon screwed the top back on tightly, lifted the carrier and shook hard, passing it after a time to her friend, telling her to keep shaking. Eventually the stones were tipped out, but the container still appeared dirty. Sharon knew Sally was concerned.
     "It’s OK. Let’s find a tap. My turn to carry it."
     "Now it’s empty!"
     Sharon laughed at her friend’s exclamation. "You are slow, thought you’d notice much sooner; a lot easier to fool than my brother. We used to fetch most of our water from the river. Sometimes when it was my turn, I persuaded him to fetch the full ones; pretended he’s so big and strong. My Mum does that sort of thing to Dad all the while; you’ll just have to learn like I did! Here’s the tap. Watch."
     She part filled the carrier, shook and emptied it, then repeated the operation. "There! See that - sparkling. I’ll fill it right up for you." Seeing her friend’s mouth open and finger point, she laughed, "You’re learning! All right, we’ll carry it together."
     When the carrier rested again on the draining board of the caravan, the water inside showed clear as crystal.
     "Now remember, don’t tell them how it’s done! They’ll think you’re brilliant, but once they know the trick, you won’t be so clever any more. And they’d tell the other Mums. We can get all the girls onto this, make them promise not to let their brothers know; we don’t want boys looking intelligent, do we?"
     The two grinned at each other, eyes bright, delighted with the plot, eager at the prospects it held.             -extract ends-
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