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Deep Wood
Elleston Trevor was a former RAF pilot whose first books were about flying and warfare. He also wrote mystery novels, short stories, stage plays -- under several pen names.
The Woodlander Series are classic children's stories written in the 1940s and 1950s about the inhabitants of Deep Wood -- Old Stripe the Badger, Potter-the-Otter, Woo Owl and Digger Mole.
Meet, for the first time, the inhabitants of DEEP WOOD.
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First published January 1, 1992
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Elleston Trevor
134 books27 followersAuthor has published other books under the names: Adam Hall, Mansell Black, Trevor Burgess, Trevor Dudley-Smith, Roger Fitzalan, Howard North, Simon Rattray, Warwick Scott, Caesar Smith, Lesley Stone.
Author Trevor Dudley-Smith was born in Kent, England on February 17, 1920. He attended Yardley Court Preparatory School and Sevenoaks School. During World War II, he served in the Royal Air Force as a flight engineer. After the war, he started writing full-time. He lived in Spain and France before moving to the United States and settling in Phoenix, Arizona. In 1946 he used the pseudonym Elleston Trevor for a non-mystery book, and later made it his legal name. He also wrote under the pseudonyms of Adam Hall, Simon Rattray, Mansell Black, Trevor Burgess, Roger Fitzalan, Howard North, Warwick Scott, Caesar Smith, and Lesley Stone. Even though he wrote thrillers, mysteries, plays, juvenile novels, and short stories, his best-known works are The Flight of the Phoenix written as Elleston Trevor and the series about British secret agent Quiller written as Adam Hall. In 1965, he received the Edgar Allan Poe Award by Mystery Writers of America and the French Grand Prix de Littérature Policière for The Quiller Memorandum. This book was made into a 1967 movie starring George Segal and Alec Guinness. He died of cancer on July 21, 1995.
Author Trevor Dudley-Smith was born in Kent, England on February 17, 1920. He attended Yardley Court Preparatory School and Sevenoaks School. During World War II, he served in the Royal Air Force as a flight engineer. After the war, he started writing full-time. He lived in Spain and France before moving to the United States and settling in Phoenix, Arizona. In 1946 he used the pseudonym Elleston Trevor for a non-mystery book, and later made it his legal name. He also wrote under the pseudonyms of Adam Hall, Simon Rattray, Mansell Black, Trevor Burgess, Roger Fitzalan, Howard North, Warwick Scott, Caesar Smith, and Lesley Stone. Even though he wrote thrillers, mysteries, plays, juvenile novels, and short stories, his best-known works are The Flight of the Phoenix written as Elleston Trevor and the series about British secret agent Quiller written as Adam Hall. In 1965, he received the Edgar Allan Poe Award by Mystery Writers of America and the French Grand Prix de Littérature Policière for The Quiller Memorandum. This book was made into a 1967 movie starring George Segal and Alec Guinness. He died of cancer on July 21, 1995.
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January 1, 2015
This book is a close relative, cousin, I'd say, to The Wind in the Willows - which is as high a compliment as I can give. Brian Jacques also comes to mind, although without the swords and battlements. I don't know why this genre appeals to me so much - with it's owls and otters and badgers and such, smoking pipes and playing chess and going for boat-rides,other than that it seems the most perfect life, and there is nothing more cozy than friends by the firelight. Nothing catastrophic happens, but things slowly change, and the seasons bring their tasks and delights... This is the perfect book to read before a nap or bedtime. It warms and lulls.
I'll give you an example.
They met each other later, where the pathway forked between two huge chestnuts. Skip was carrying two chess sets and his favorite indoor pipe.
"Let's walk very slow," he said to Scruff.
"With all this snow," remarked Scruff, "it's not easy to walk any other way."
"But you know what I mean," said the Squirrel, "no hurrying. Much better to take as long as we can so by the time we reach Badger's Beech we shall be cold enough to want a fire, and empty enough to glance at the kitchen door before we go in. That's the sort of mood we must be in when we arrive."
Starlight gleamed on the blue-tinged snows long before they arrived. Darkness, which had fallen with the setting of a hidden sun, had fled again before the peeping of a million stars. High above the lace-silhouette of bare branches sheened the Milky Way, a vast reflection of the quiet snows, with naught betwixt but a silent sky.
A distant gleam of yellow rays was between the thick trunks now; the lantern that hung above the steps at Badger's Beech was guiding them with the welcome gleam of hospitality. "In here," it seemed to whisper, "you can leave the snow and the chill night, descending into the depths of cheer itself, where the board is merry."
Yeah. I'm a sucker for all that. Guilty! Not to mention I just love Badger's house - he's got so many rooms underground that he can't remember them all, and he builds a special banquet hall for his winter parties - and there's room for everyone to sleep over and stay for a week.
Can't beat that.
I'll give you an example.
They met each other later, where the pathway forked between two huge chestnuts. Skip was carrying two chess sets and his favorite indoor pipe.
"Let's walk very slow," he said to Scruff.
"With all this snow," remarked Scruff, "it's not easy to walk any other way."
"But you know what I mean," said the Squirrel, "no hurrying. Much better to take as long as we can so by the time we reach Badger's Beech we shall be cold enough to want a fire, and empty enough to glance at the kitchen door before we go in. That's the sort of mood we must be in when we arrive."
Starlight gleamed on the blue-tinged snows long before they arrived. Darkness, which had fallen with the setting of a hidden sun, had fled again before the peeping of a million stars. High above the lace-silhouette of bare branches sheened the Milky Way, a vast reflection of the quiet snows, with naught betwixt but a silent sky.
A distant gleam of yellow rays was between the thick trunks now; the lantern that hung above the steps at Badger's Beech was guiding them with the welcome gleam of hospitality. "In here," it seemed to whisper, "you can leave the snow and the chill night, descending into the depths of cheer itself, where the board is merry."
Yeah. I'm a sucker for all that. Guilty! Not to mention I just love Badger's house - he's got so many rooms underground that he can't remember them all, and he builds a special banquet hall for his winter parties - and there's room for everyone to sleep over and stay for a week.
Can't beat that.
January 8, 2020
I can't help but feel that this is the sort of thing Tolkien would have written about hobbits if he hadn't been forced to send them to Mordor - eating, talking about eating, eating again, smoking, making things, sleeping, socialising, messing about in boats... There's more than a little Biggles here as well which could be because Trevor began this series when he was in the RAF.
June 12, 2014
I remember this book from when I was a child. It's a "talking animal" series, similar to Redwall in that respect, but much more of a "quiet English countryside" type of thing. It's been a long time since I've seen any of these books, but I have many fond memories of Woo Owl, Digger Mole, and the rest.
December 5, 2016
Wonderful, fanciful story of woodland creatures, running their own community.
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