Whirl of the Wheel
Three children whirl back in time through an enchanted potter’s wheel into the reality of evacuation in 1940s Britain . . . Whirl of the Wheel pulls feisty Connie, her brother Charlie-Mouse, and school pest Malcolm into dangers on the homefront and towards a military operations secret that will save their home. The children hit trouble when Malcolm fails to return to the present day. This fast-moving adventure will keep you guessing . . .
heart pounding. ‘Claybridge is to be used for special training,’ she said. The wind turned again and a flurry of excitement and hope flew straight at Connie with the wintry wet flakes hitting at her face and mouth. ‘Secret operations,’ Kit squeaked. The mantle swirled and loose powder sprayed down from the barn roof. Connie fumbled at the collar of her coat, folding it over in an attempt to stop the snowflakes from slipping in. ‘I heard Auntie Evie say they want agents to stay here as they
nothing. Every now and again he squeaked his hand back and forth over the condensation on the window glass. ‘How come we don’t know all this?’ he said. ‘Perhaps some of us do, and have hidden it on purpose,’ Connie directed. ‘If you mean Dad . . .’ His voice was breaking up. ‘ . . . if there’s any proof of it – we’ll have to . . . find it and take it back so that you can—’ Was she hearing him properly? She stared wilfully at the back of Malcolm’s drooping blonde head but he didn’t turn to her
man replied. ‘Who have you come to find?’ Thoughts pummelled her head. Kit and Bert, the family – for one thing, they must all be at Golden Hill . . . ‘Wait,’ the man said, taking off his flying hat. The static pulled his ash-blonde hair into the air. ‘Are you looking for me?’ Connie stared from his beard up to his small grey eyes. They pinned her with sincerity and concern. But she was unable to reply. ‘Because if you are, there’s not much time. I’m flying to Poland in under the hour.
want the new residents to leave a mess.’ Malcolm Mollet’s dad tossed his head towards Dracula’s Castle. Connie fell back from the window. ‘Shame about the church,’ he continued, giving its patchworked tower a torrid glance. ‘It’s always in the way. But I’ll pray for it to fall down.’ He snorted a laugh before regaining his self-control. Connie’s eyes widened until they moved no more. She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from calling out. ‘Perfect business strategy – we are to be
yesterday. Thanks very much for mine too. We will need them soon. We’ve already been busy helping Uncle Geoff to store everything for Winter. We are having a good time back at school but we still have home work to do. This isn’t so good. Hope you and Granny are well. Please tell us when you hear again from Daddy. He hasn’t been able to reply to us yet. We hear the planes at night and pray that you’ll be all right. Love from Bert xxxxxx Chapter Eleven Back to earth Something pulled them