‘Noddy’ Series by Enid Blyton & Harmsen Van Der Beek/Peter Wienk


Butterscotch Angel Delight. A memory of pure deliciousness from childhood but I tried it again recently only to be bitterly disappointed. Such is the case with Noddy. I have very fond memories of the little man with the red and yellow car so I was very excited to see these beautiful new editions. The illustrations by Van der Beek (and later Wienk) are still as charming as ever. Although the toys in Toyland are very much from the 1940s they are still as funny and playful for children today. But as I began to read I realised that the stories themselves should remain firmly back there.

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Enid Blyton has peppered her stories with endless moralistic judgment. Poor Noddy is constantly being punished or blamed for something or other. And every story ends with him learning his lesson. Don’t be too boastful, don’t go to places you don’t know, don’t have too much fun! I decided to read my own version of the stories when I was reading them for Little P. She loved the characters but I felt there was a bit too much trial and retribution in the original stories. She also found some of the illustrations a little disturbing. For example in one of the stories Noddy is robbed by the goblins and there is an illustration of him in the wood crying without any clothes. Even I found that image a bit upsetting!


So although she loves the character the Noddy stories didn’t go down too well with Little P. They score a FIVE out of TEN on the P-OMETER.

Noddy and Tessie Bear written by Enid Blyton and illustrated by Beek/Wienk is published by Hodder Children’s Books. ISBN: 978-1-444-93358-1

Noddy Goes To School written by Enid Blyton and illustrated by Beek/Wienk is published by Hodder Children’s Books. ISBN: 978-1-444-93355-0

Here Comes Noddy written by Enid Blyton and illustrated by Beek/Wienk is published by Hodder Children’s Books. ISBN: 978-1-444-93353-6







‘People of Peace’ by Sandrine Mirza & Le Duo


What do Eleanor Roosevelt, Pablo Picasso and Malala Yousafzai have in common? They are all people pf peace of course! Sandrine Mirza’s inspired book lists 40 people who have dedicated their lives to making the world a more peaceful place for everyone. Each person gets a double page spread in the book. On one side sits Le Duo’s graphically bold illustrations with some interesting facts. Each person is easily recognised by some important signature details. Ghandi’s white robe, Joan Baez’s guitar and Michael Moore’s baseball cap. The facing page gives a brief but complete biography with each person’s main achievements. It also includes a factfile style identity with date and place of birth, occupation etc.

This is obviously more suitable for an older child but it features a page on Little P’s hero John Lennon so that’s why she chose it! She loves the illustrations and although I don’t read the full text she enjoys listening to small details about each person. Joan Baez writes songs, Picasso paints and draws, Malala Yousafzai helps children to get to school etc.

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I can really see how inspirational this book would be for older children. It’s full of role models from every walk of life from creative to sport to politics. Now, more than ever, our children need some real life heroes and heroines to inspire them.

Although this isn’t written specifically for preschool children Little P loves hearing about the people of peace! She will also happily browse through the illustrations by herself. So this scores a SEVEN out of TEN on the P-OMETER.


People of Peace written by Sandrine Mirza & illustrated by Le Duo is published by Wide Eyed Editions. ISBN: 978-1-78603-148-8

There are also other titles available in this series.

‘Witchfairy’ by Brigitte Minne & Carll Cneut


Brigitte Minne is not afraid to tackle some difficult issues in ‘Witchfairy’ such as following your heart, no matter who may disagree. Rosemary is a fairy and fairies are sweet and neat and…….DULL! What she really wants is to be a witch. Witches can shout and get dirty and rollerskate! But Rosemary’s Mum is horrified, she doesn’t want a smelly witch for a daughter. So the independently minded little fairy heads off to the Witches Wood all by herself. Her Mum follows expecting to find Rosemary scared and alone. But she couldn’t be more wrong! Rosemary loves the Witches Wood. She has learned to ride a broom, build a treehouse and sail a boat. Even her Mum has to admit that the witches are lots of fun. Finally Rosemary decides that sometimes she wants to be a witch and sometimes she wants to be a fairy. So she’ll be a Witchfairy!

The illustrations are very special. Little faces full of character and Carll Cneut’s technique creates an evocative new world within the book of witches and fairies.

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Independently minded Little P really enjoys this book. Especially all the fun in the Witches Wood and  Rosemary’s absolute determination to do her own thing. It’s a wonderful message and not just for children!


Little P does ask for this one to be read over again but not as often as others. She does enjoy poring over the illustrations though. I suspect when she’s a bit older she’ll appreciate the story even more. It scores a SEVEN out of TEN on the P-OMETER.

Witchfairy written by Brigitte Minne and illustrated by Carll Cneut is published by Book Island. ISBN: 978-1-911496-07-6

‘You Can’t Let an Elephant Drive a Digger’ by Patricia Cleveland-Peck & David Tazzyman


There are plenty of reasons in this funny rhyming picture book why you don’t necessarily want any help with your daily routine from animals.

Some are a bit disgusting, like the stinky skunk in the bunk bed or the seal with his pile of raw fish for breakfast! Others are a little bit scary like the shark in the bath or the howling wolf telling bedtime stories! But the animals mean well really. They just want to help. So what’s the best idea of all? Forget about helping and lets all play together instead!

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Little P loves the animal antics in this book. The kangaroo who wees on the bathroom floor makes her laugh every time! Patricia Cleveland-Peck really understands the mind of a child. How to make them laugh and how to make them scared just enough ……but not too much. David Tazzyman’s illustrations are perfectly chaotic and capture the craziness of the animal mayhem!


Little P loves to re-read this one over again and she will take it away and ‘read’ it independently so this scores an EIGHT out of TEN on the ‘P-OMETER’!!

‘You Can’t Let an Elephant Drive a Digger’ written by Patricia Cleveland-Peck and illustrated by David Tazzyman is published by Bloomsbury Children’s Books. ISBN: 978-1-4088-7914-6

Letting Go


A couple of weeks ago I started an evening course as a step on my journey back into the workforce. It’s only two evenings a week for a few hours but it’s the longest time I have ever been away from Little P.

I know, I know. I can almost hear the eye rolling from here and believe me I’ve seen plenty of it from family and friends. A small child being left for a few hours a week with her Dad??!! A real tear jerker. Practically a remake of ‘Who Will Love My Children’! But it’s not so much the fact that I’m leaving her now for a few hours that’s causing me upset. It’s the fact that this is just the first step in a process. The first ‘letting go’, whether it happens at two months or two years, is always going to be a heart breaker because it will end in the ultimate letting go when child disappears into adult.

I remember when she was a tiny newborn and a combination of breastfeeding plus co-sleeping made me feel, at times, like the umbilical cord hadn’t really been cut. A trip to the shops without her felt so odd, as though I had left an arm behind. Many times I’ve read articles or heard friends speak about the importance of me time, time spent away from being a parent. But, although I understand and appreciate how important it is for many, the concept has always felt alien to me. I can honestly say that I’ve never felt the need to be apart from my daughter. The rare occasions I do get out on my own are spent mostly looking forward to getting back to her.

But admitting this is difficult. I feel people will think I’m some kind of hyper judgmental Supermum or a martyr to motherhood or, worst of all, a bit odd! Maybe I am a bit odd, a bit over invested in being a Mum, holding onto my daughter a bit too tightly and losing sight of myself in the process. It certainly doesn’t feel that way. It feels like our relationship is a very organic one, happening at our own pace. I feel completely happy, possibly the happiest I’ve ever felt. My daughter (and her Dad) appear to be pretty happy too!

Perhaps it’s just taken me a little bit longer than others to begin the letting go process. Every Mum is different but, unfortunately, every Mum is similarly exposed to judgment. Leave your baby too soon and you’re uncaring or neglectful, don’t leave them soon enough and you’re suffocating or over indulgent.

So the process of letting go has begun and the sky hasn’t fallen in. But my partner, who knows me too well, left a poem stuck to the fridge door. A subtle message perhaps. The poem? ‘Walking Away’ by Cecil Day Lewis and I feel that the final lines are those most apt for me.

I have had worse partings but none that so

Gnaws at my mind still. Perhaps it is roughly

Saying what God alone could perfectly show –

How selfhood begins with a walking away,

And love is proved in the letting go. (16-20)


School. Does She Really Have to Go?


This morning Little P was thrilled to have the entire playground to herself. She was dizzy with choice, running from slide to swing to roundabout and back again. There was a soft drizzle falling and the only sounds were the seagulls and the waves. As I watched her play I realised that this is probably our last free September.  Next year she will be old enough for preschool and then our Septembers will become all about back to school.

I like September it always feels full of possibility and fills me with the thrill of expectation. As a child I mostly enjoyed school and looked forward to returning after the summer holidays. I used to get so excited about my new school books and uniform. But for some reason I feel a resistance about sending Little P to school. I realise I have the usual reluctance that most parents have about letting go of the baby years. A sadness about the passing of time and children growing older. But there’s something else niggling away at me, something more than that.

I know that that there are many positives about school. Making friends, learning to cooperate, feeling part of a team and that’s before I even get to the educational benefits.  But now that I have my own daughter I feel the need to question the fact that she’ll go to school rather than just accepting it as the status quo. Although I enjoyed lots of elements of school I can also remember the relentless routine. I distinctly remember feeling trapped by that routine. Some days I really wanted to play outside, stay with my mum or just do my own thing. The pace of learning didn’t always suit me either. Too much time spent on the subjects I found easy or didn’t enjoy and not enough time on the ones I found difficult or did enjoy. Art was my favourite and it was frustrating as a child to be interrupted in the middle of painting to move on to maths or Irish. There never seemed to be enough time to get into a subject in any really depth, particularly in a large class with a busy teacher.


Perhaps conventional school isn’t necessarily the best option for every child. Some children are just suited to a different way of learning. Maybe they need more time or less time, maybe they’re visual learners or more physical learners. Maybe they learn better when left alone. Schools have evolved to function in the best way to suit the majority of children. They obviously need to work effectively for large groups. Our education system, with hard working and dedicated teachers, delivers incredibly well teaching the curriculum. But it’s often not possible to include everything in that curriculum and certain things are inevitably left out. Things like problem solving or critical thinking, risk taking or decision making, even creativity. Sometimes there just isn’t the time or the resources or maybe there are certain things that simply can’t be taught in a classroom environment. School is limited because it is such a static environment. A classroom can’t recreate the dynamics of the real world going on outside the windows. Could children learn more valuable lessons out there?

But even as I write this I know that these are the words of an idealist, a dreamer. The truth is that when the time comes Little P will probably head off to school just like most of her peers. We need to make a living just like every other parent and what other options do we have? The time required for home education seems like a luxury that is just not within our grasp. Maybe in the future education and work will both become more flexible. Time in the classroom could be combined with projects completed at home or outside in the real world. For learning is something organic that doesn’t start or end at the school gate. I realise that I’m learning just as much, if not more, from my daughter as she is from me.

So my words may seem a little impractical, even dreamy, but whether my daughter goes to school or not I hope that she’ll still grow up questioning the status quo. Just like her mum.


Future Proofing ‘The Rose’


When I was a little girl my Nana used to have a Rose of Tralee party so we could all watch it together on the TV. She would buy my favourite biscuits (Toffy Pops) and I was allowed to stay up way past my bedtime. I can remember sitting on the sofa listening to all the debate about who should win, the comprehensive (and often harsh) critique of the dresses and of course the fulsome praise for host extraordinaire Uncle Gaybo. I certainly enjoyed the sense of occasion and the excitement of staying up late and trying to predict the winner. But I do remember being a bit bemused by the show itself. My Nana would often say to me ‘Maybe when you’re older you could be on the Rose of Tralee. Would you like that?’ Being a shy introverted eight year old, I always just smiled and nodded. But I would internally cringe at the thought of being interviewed on national TV by Gay Byrne. In my own childish way I knew it would have made her heart burst with pride should it ever have come to pass.

Many years later, although I didn’t make it to Tralee as a Rose, it was one of my very first TV jobs. My Nana was as proud as if I were wearing the winning tiara. However it was my first live TV experience and it was far more stressful than enjoyable for me.  Although I was mostly distracted by my work duties there was something about watching young women, just like me, preparing to compete for a sash and tiara that left me feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Although it wasn’t a beauty pageant, it felt suspiciously like one.

Now I find myself living on the very doorstep of The Festival, as it’s locally known. From a distance it’s easy to be cynical about the Lovely Girls competition. It seems oddly old fashioned, appearing to reward an idealised version of femininity that finds it’s origins in a 19th century ballad. Many a disparaging article has been written about it and there will be many more to come I’m sure. But living here it’s not so easy to be disparaging. Witnessing first hand the economic boost that the festival brings to Tralee, and the surrounding areas, I see the positive impact that it has on local business. Although a relatively small town The Rose has literally put Tralee on the world map.

But how does a festival that began in 1959 keep itself relevant in a changing world? Well in 2008 the festival lifted the ‘ban’ on unmarried mothers, allowing them to enter for the first time. Better late than never I suppose. Once again in 2014 it was propelled into the 21st century when winner Maria Walsh revealed that she was gay. She was particularly engaged and engaging, outspoken on a number of issues and proved to be one of the best ambassadors the festival has ever appointed. Similarly in 2016 another opportunity presented itself to the festival in the shape of Sydney Rose Brianna Parkins. Ireland was in the throes of debate about the controversial eighth amendment. Parkins bravely used her opportunity in the spotlight to call for a referendum giving Irish women control over their reproductive rights . Unfortunately (and some would say not unexpectedly) Parkins was not crowned that year. A much missed opportunity, in my view, to prove that the Festival truly is about female empowerment. This year’s glimmer of hope for me is Carlow Rose Shauna Ray Lacey. The first mother to appear on the competition stage since the festival began. She is a beautician, young Mum, breastfeeding advocate and keen DIY enthusiast. Essentially, a modern young woman.

To be effective ambassadors for the festival the winning Rose needs to be reflective of modern society. We want our daughters to grow up believing they can be anything. Gay, straight or gender fluid, political activist or musician, mum or teacher, accountant or astronaut. So if The Rose of Tralee is to move on into the next century, and I really hope it does, it needs to be representative of today’s young women. Because the festival does have an underlying positive message. That message is about celebrating the achievements of young women. It’s also about female solidarity and support. But that message often remains hidden beneath the shiny wrapping of a beauty pageant.

So what would my Nana think about the modern Rose of Tralee? She was a modern woman in her own time. A career woman who travelled and married comparatively late in life. So I imagine she’s up there in TV heaven loving every minute of it. And this year she would probably tell me to pin my hopes on the Carlow Rose. Someone pass the Toffee Pops please!