THE DRAINPIPE GANG - the adventures of Chris and Andy Smythe - Theresa Sargeant - E-Book

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Chris and Andy Smythe are ten year old twins. They live in a small village called Kingstanton in West Cornwall where they live with their mum & dad. It is the school summer holidays and the two brothers are hanging out with their friends Callum and Tom. Their days are spent building and riding go-carts and playing at the secret camp deep in the local woods. Strange happenings and discoveries! lead Chris and Andy and their dog Blackie, into their first of many adventures. -------------------- It has been a long time since a series of books were brought out to equal Enid Blyton’s Famous Five and Secret Seven – but here is the first instalment in Theresa Sargeant’s new children’s series “The Drainpipe Gang”. Theresa originally invented these stories as bedtime stories for her children and for some unknown reason wrote them down.  It is only now they are being published and the world’s children will be better off for it.  

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Written and Illustrated

By

Theresa Sargeant

Published By

Abela Publishing

London

[2017]

The Drainpipe Gang

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The Adventures of Chris and Andy Smythe

Copyright © 2011 Theresa Sargeant

First Edition, 2017

All rights reserved.

The Author has asserted her right to be identified as the author of this Work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any

manner in any media, or transmitted by any means whatsoever,

electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, or mechanical ( including

photocopy, file or video recording, internet web sites, blogs, wikis,

or any other information storage and retrieval system) without the prior written permission of the publisher or author.

Published in London by

Abela Publishing Ltd.

[2017]

ISBN 13: 978-8-826493-97-8

Email: [email protected]

Website: www.ChrisAndAndy.co.uk

Abela Publishing

Email: [email protected]

Website: www.AbelaPublishing.com

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my family.

Acknowledgements

In the main

Margrett Watson

for her help in editing this book,

the Creative Writing Group

who helped with ideas and support

and

not forgetting my husband

Mick Sargeant

for his unwavering support in delivering this project.

Chapter OneStart of the Holidays

 

It was the first day of the school summer holidays. Chris and Andy were packing a picnic. They were off to meet some of their mates in the local woods. Last weekend the boys had discovered a brilliant camp. It comprised of the burnt out wreck of an old car. The vehicle was deep in the undergrowth, and had weeds and bushes growing out of it. The boys reckoned it had been there for years.

Chris and Andy Smythe were ten year old twins. They lived in a village called Kingstanton, in west Cornwall. Their family; dad - John and mum - Mary lived together with Blackie the lovable mongrel at the Old Mill Cottage.

“Right, that’s the food and drink all packed for me……. what are you two having”? asked Chris. He laughed as he looked at the face of his brother Andy. Even Blackie had a turned down mouth, as if he understood every word that had been spoken.

“Yeh right” answered Andy when he realised Chris was teasing. Blackie gave a woof and went off to retrieve a bone to take too. Chris always took charge of the packing and other important jobs as he believed he was the only one that could do it properly.

“Now is there anything else you want boys”? asked Mrs. Jones the cook. Chris remembered the mobile phone, then he said “No thanks Betty”. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and picked up Blackie’s bone. Chris called for Andy who had gone upstairs.

“I’m coming” Andy called back “I was just getting my note book and pen”.

Before going out Chris and Andy knocked on the study door. Their mum was a children’s author and was writing her latest book.

“Oh you are off then”? she said as they came into the room.

“Yes we’re packed and ready to go” replied Andy.

“Right, be good and have a nice time, and be back for tea at six ……. ok”? said Mrs. Smythe.

“Ok” said the boys together.

The boys sauntered out the front gate and into the lane, with Blackie trotting obediently at their side. Through the village and across the green they went. A quick stop was made at the village shop for lemon bonbons. Andy bought a bar of chocolate as he didn’t like the sweets his brother had got. Munching away on their treats the boys climbed a gate onto the golf course. Here it was safe to let Blackie run about and sniff out the rabbits. The woods where the old car, in which the boys planned to play, surrounded the golf course and covered over ten acres. The twins were meeting Tom and Callum at an old oak tree. From there they would walk together to the camp making sure no-one was following them.

It was just gone ten thirty by the time Chris and Andy got to the old oak tree. Blackie lay down, his big pink tongue hanging out as he panted. The boys sat on a fallen log. Andy took a bottle of water from the backpack, together with a bowl and poured a drink for Blackie. After a drink themselves the boys heard their friends approaching. Blackie got up and began to sniff around the tree, and then he gave a loud bark making the boys jump.

“What is it, Blackie? asked Chris. He looked at the tree trunk and saw a piece of paper pinned there.

“It’s from Callum and Tom to say they may be a bit late, but I can hear them coming now” said Chris.

 

When Callum and Tom had said hello to their friends and made a fuss of Blackie, the group set off through the undergrowth and ferns to the area where the car was situated.