|The Toy Train on its way to Darjeeling. This also somewhat resembles the setting I imagined for Blyton's novels.|
"The truth is Enid Blyton was arrogant, insecure, pretentious, very skilled at putting difficult or unpleasant things out of her mind, and without a trace of maternal instinct. As a child, I viewed her as a rather strict authority. As an adult I pitied her."