THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

Were there any dungeons?” asked Dick.

“I don’t know,” said George. “I expect so. But nobody could find them now— everywhere is so overgrown.”

It was indeed overgrown. Big blackberry bushes grew here and there, and a few gorse bushes forced their way into gaps and corners. The coarse green grass sprang everywhere, and pink thrift grew its cushions in holes and crannies.

“Well, I think it’s a perfectly lovely place,” said Anne. “Perfectly and absolutely lovely!”

Blyton/Treasure, 1978