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Harriet, Jake and Mathew are enjoying a holiday fishing trip when suddenly a strange mist descends and surrounds their boat. As it clears, the three children find themselves mysteriously transported back to the year 1808. Anchored majestically ahead of them is the mighty sailing ship, The Intrepid, a great man o' war. Sea shanties echo across the waves as eleven year old Jake is brutally captured and taken to serve in the Napoleonic Wars. Will Harriet and Mathew be able to rescue Jake and bring him safely back to England?Will they be able to assist the desperately wounded soldiers from the carnage of the battlefield?Will they survive the grim battles and storms at sea before they are once more returned to twenty first century Britain?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	08 janvier 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528982313
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	5 Mo

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T his I s 1 808
The further adventures of Harriet, Jake and Mathew
Barbara Robertson
Austin Macauley Publishers
2021-01-08
This Is 1808 Chapter 1 Lazy Days by the Sea Chapter 2 A Strange Fishing Trip Chapter 3 Aboard the Intrepid Chapter 4 First Impressions Chapter 5 Ulfsthwaite 1808 Chapter 6 Helping Elsie and Jack Chapter 7 Life on the Intrepid Chapter 8 Attack Chapter 9 Back in Ulfsthwaite Chapter 10 Tentative Plans Chapter 11 Tentative Plans Chapter 12 Good News and Bad! Chapter 13 Preparations Chapter 14 Even More Preparations Chapter 15 The Intrepid Arrives in Portugal Chapter 16 August Days in Ulfsthwaite Chapter 17 The Ulfsthwaite Stage Coach Chapter 18 To Spain and Portugal Chapter 19 More News! Chapter 20 To Lisbon Chapter 21 Arrival of the Ulysses in Lisbon Chapter 22 The Search Chapter 23 Homeward Bound Chapter 24 Finding Out
About the Author
Barbara Robertson is a school teacher who has lived and worked in Canada as well as in the UK. Life in Canada gave her a love of the outdoors, travel and skiing. She taught in northern Canada, Ottawa and Montreal. She is the author of six books for children aged from three to fourteen years. On her return from Canada, she resumed teaching in London and now lives in County Durham, where the history and beauty of the region has been a source of inspiration for her books.
For Adrian, Maria, Denise, Sharon, Jon and Doreen
Copyright © Barbara Robertson (2021)
Copyright © Michael Avery
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THE TWENTIETH FIRST CENTURY
1
Lazy Days by the Sea
Harriet, Jake and Mathew were spending the June half term holiday in Ormsthorpe. A week away from school to relax on the beach had seemed a great idea and the family had driven from London two days earlier. The city had seemed claustrophobic in the sweltering heat of the June summer days. They were all glad to return to Cliff View Cottage, and fresh sea breezes and cliff walks had given their faces a healthy glow.
It was Monday morning and Mum had packed a picnic lunch. Mathew was hungrily munching a cheese and tomato roll as he relaxed after a long walk along the beach by the cliffs. The tide was going out and the rock pools were full of small scuttling crabs and shrimps. Monty and Miranda, grandmother’s two dogs, were busy chasing the seagulls, who swooped and screamed by the cliffs. The river estuary was sandy and shallow as the sea had retreated, leaving sheltered pools and seaweed covered stones and rocks. Sandpipers and plovers were busy digging for worms in the shallows of the river. Mathew planned to take a fishing net and try to catch some shrimps later that afternoon, but in the meantime, a fine picnic lunch was waiting to be enjoyed.
“Pass the ketchup,” said Harriet as she munched on a huge chunk of homemade bread encasing a burger. “Mmm,” she said as she drank a long draught of lemonade while Jake enjoyed one of Mum’s egg sandwiches.
“Picnics are great,” Jake muttered as he took a large bite of sandwich. “As long as you keep the sand out of the bread,” he grimaced as he had a rather gritty bite of sandwich which he had placed on a sandy towel. “I think I will have some lemonade to wash it all down.” Most of the lunch was clear of the tiny, shingly granules though, and Jake’s next sandwich was completely sand free.

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Harriet, 1808
Harriet thought she had seen some kittiwakes flying around the cliffs and she was going to return after lunch to take some photographs. “They have the most beautiful diagonal, dark band on their wings and a dark ring on their heads,” she told her mother. “I wonder if I will see any chicks?” Finally, they all sucked on a slice of honeydew melon; it was cool and refreshing on such a hot day.
“I think I will have some more of that in an hour or so,” Jake told Mum. “You won’t,” she replied smiling, “that was the last slice. But I do have some watermelon!”
“Great!” replied Jake and he wandered over to talk to a fisherman he recognised, who was just approaching the beach from the long winding path that led from the top of the cliffs.
Harriet and Mathew wandered along the sandy expanse of beach that led towards the cliff while Dad joined Jake as he was speaking to his fisherman friend.
“Are there any fishing trips this year?” asked Jake. The fisherman whose name was Mac replied that there was a boat leaving from a nearby harbour the next day. He told them that if they arrived early, he would be able to take them on a fishing trip. “It is quite a large boat with plenty of room for you all,” he announced. And so, it was arranged. The family would be at the harbour at eight am, the next morning. “Boots, sweaters and waterproofs,” he reminded them and they nodded in agreement. Jake loved going out in the fishing boats and assisting the fishermen as they lowered and hauled in the nets and lobster pots. He enjoyed the motion of the boats as they rose and fell in the swell caused by the waves. It reminded him of his voyage in the ‘Ferocious Dragon’ with Olaf and Sigrid. Although he did not mention that to Mum, their journeys back to other times must be a secret between themselves, Grandmother Pilkington had said.
Grandmother was not at Ormsthorpe this week. She had booked a holiday in Spain, so the family had the house to themselves and they were taking care of Monty and Miranda, Grandmother’s dogs, while she was away. The children wondered whether they would have any adventures as grandmother was not at home. Their last two visits at Ormsthorpe had been quite incredible. They had first travelled to Viking times and then, last Christmas they had found themselves in the Middle Ages. It was rather strange this time to be having a family holiday without any incredible travels into history.
Meanwhile, Harriet was trekking across the rippled damp sand. The sandy waves had been left by the retreating sea, and occasional worm casts were on the surface, often investigated by a hungry gull searching for its lunch. The air was filled with their cries. Occasionally, she would see a tiny crab as it scuttled across a small pool. “ Ormsthorpe is a super place, ” she thought to herself as she headed towards the cliffs. Finding a group of dry seaweed covered rocks quite close to the cliffs, she sat and focused her camera. She waited quietly to see if she could take some pictures of kittiwakes. Gulls swooped around the cliff face and the air was filled with their cries.
Mathew was equipped with a small fishing net and an old bucket, and he too made his way to the seaweed covered rocks at the base of the cliffs. The rocks were slippery with green slimy seaweed and the clusters of brown bladder wrack that grew on them. He carefully explored the mass of rocks and the pools that had been left as the tide went out. After clambering across the rocks, he eventually found one which was quite large and connected to several other smaller pools. He sat on a fairly dry rock and watched carefully to see if he could find any marine life.
After a few minutes, he began to notice tiny shrimp like creatures darting in and out of the rocky crevices and then he saw a tiny crab disappearing below the surface of the sand at the bottom of the pool. There were tiny sea anemones and the rocks were encrusted with mussels, limpets and other shellfish. He decided to stay and see if he could gather some of the tiny creatures in his bucket. He was going to enjoy an hour or so, exploring this pool.
Gradually the lazy summer afternoon faded into evening, the tide had turned and now the waves came rolling back towards the beach. Harriet and Mathew wandered back to the picnic area where Mum and Dad were relaxing. Mathew showed them all his tiny crabs and shrimps before he set them free in the waves. Harriet had one or two good pictures of kittiwakes and she had managed to find a ledge where she thought the nest might be. But she did not get any pictures of chicks.
At around 5.30, they all headed back to Cliff View Cottage. Jake had persuaded Dad to buy some freshly caught mackerel from a fisherman and soon, the barbecue was lit. Smoke rose from the charcoal embers and the mackerel were soon grilled and turned. Supper was very good, the fish tasted fresh and sweet. They all wondered what sort of fish would be caught on their fishing trip the next day; Harriet hoped there would be some lobsters as they tasted so good.
Then, as night was drawing in, they made their way upstairs to bed. An early start was scheduled as they had to be at the harbour before the fishing boat sets out to sea.
2
A Strange Fishing Trip
Tuesday morning was damp and drizzly. Low grey clouds blew in from the sea with an occasional patch of watery blue sky scattered behind the grey billowing haze. Not a trace of the previous day’s sun remained. The family’s enthusiasm for the fishing trip refused to dampen and after a hearty breakfast, they all clambered into the car, clad in jeans, sweaters and waterproofs. They headed eagerly for the small fishing port of Skegfort, a few miles along the coast. Jake and Dad had the