I didn’t come across the Marjorie and Patience books until I was, supposedly, an adult, but I grew up reading the first nine of Lorna Hill’s Wells books (I’ve read all fourteen now, and the last ones aren’t up to much but the first five are amongst my all-time favourite reads). Despite my fondness for both these and Noel Streatfeild’s Gemma books, I never harboured any ambitions to become a ballerina. I did have ballet lessons briefly, but I was worse than hopeless. And I looked considerably more like Mavis Cruet than Veronica Weston.
I did, however, long harbour a futile wish that one day I would magically shed my “puppy fat”, as Caroline Scott did in No Castanets at the Wells. In fact, when I was in my second year at secondary school, we all had to choose a passage from a favourite book to read out in front of the rest of the class, and I chose a passage in which Caroline was looking in the mirror and realising that her puppy fat had gone. It was a bit of a disaster. Not only was this at a time when Girls’ Own books were very much out of fashion, but the bell rang whilst I was in the middle of my reading. Horrified at the thought of making the whole class late for double hockey – our PE teacher was an absolute dragon – I gabbled through the rest of it as fast as I could. The teacher was not impressed. I don’t think I was destined for a career in public speaking any more than I was destined for a career in ballet.
And my “puppy fat” never did go away. I’ve got a horrible feeling that, try as I might, it never will. However, a tiny part of me still harbours the ridiculously stupid hope that one day I’ll get my other “Wells” wish, which is to be rescued from a snow-topped Scottish mountain on New Year’s Eve by Guy Charlton. This is what happens to Jane Foster in Jane Leaves The Wells. She and Guy later get married and live happily ever after. Jane, naturally, is extremely thin, but let’s try not to focus on that. Guy is caring, polite, charming, protective, a wonderful rider, a wonderful swimmer, a wonderful vet … in fact, pretty wonderful all round. So imagine my delight when, many years later, I found that Lorna Hill had written a load of earlier books which starred the teenage Guy as their undisputed hero! These I had to read.
I haven’t read all the Patience books yet (the ones I haven’t got are only available at horrifyingly steep prices), but I have just read all six Marjorie books. These involve “The Clan” – the narrator Pansy, her twin brother Peter, their friends Marjorie (the “naughty” one), Esmé (whom most Lorna Hill fans think Guy should have married) and Toby, and, of course, Guy.
Yes. Unfortunately, it has to be admitted that the wonderful Guy is actually rather a pain as a teenager. He bosses everyone about, and is always threatening to spank people. On occasion, he actually does spank people. He addresses his friends, especially Esmé, by terms such as “the kid” and “the infant”. He even picks people up and carries them off, if they won’t do what he wants. He’s also priggish and old-fashioned, and his views about girls are almost embarrassingly Victorian. I’m now going to have to re-read Jane Leaves The Wells, to remind myself about everything I’ve seen in adult Guy all these years! (To be fair, his nicer side does shine through sometimes, and I’m sure he always means well.) Also, as with all Lorna Hill’s books, and others in similar genres, it’s hard sometimes not to feel annoyed by the snobbishness, and the bleating by children who are at private boarding schools and have their own ponies about how terribly hard up they are.
But there’s such a lovely innocence about the books! No-one thinks it’s inappropriate for a mixed group of teenage boys and girls to go off camping together. Nor does anyone worry about what might happen to a group of children without an adult to protect them. There’s a glorious sense of freedom, which none of us have any more. And they’re all set in Northumberland – “beautiful, remote Northumberland” as Jane’s cousin Mariella puts it. All that wonderful, wild, romantic, open scenery. All the fun of camping. I’ve only ever been camping once, and I absolutely hated it and never intend going again, but it always sounds good in children’s books! And they always manage to eat so much, without putting on weight …
The characters are well drawn, too. Scatty, animal-loving Pansy. Spirited, selfish, naughty Marjorie. Stolid Toby and Peter. The narrator Pansy, so lacking in self-confidence … I wish I knew what became of her. And, of course, Guy. OK, OK, I promise not to start on about Guy again …
The other really interesting point about these books is that Northern Lights, the fourth book in the series, was originally turned down by the publishers and, whilst the other books were published in the late 1940s and 1950s (and one in 1962), wasn’t published until 1999 – the reason being that, written in 1941, it’s very obviously set during the Second World War. The Clan are off at a remote vicarage for their holidays, rather than going home, because the area where they live is being targeted by the Luftwaffe. There are numerous references to soldiers and rationing, and army training exercises are taking place near where they’re staying. Apparently, publishers in the late ’40s and early ’50s felt that the British reading public didn’t want to read books about the Second World War. Incidentally, I strongly suspect that that’s why the Chalet School series “jumps” misses three years (or maybe it’s only two years) between “Rosalie” and “Three Go”, to bring Chalet-land away from the war years. No Carrie’s War, Goodnight Mr Tom et al until much later.
With or without the war references, these books are very much of their time. Once you accept that, it’s hard not to love them. Well, I think so, anyway! And I still love Guy. Even if he was a very bossy teenager. Now to save up for those missing Patience books …