Extract - The Travelling Bookshop by Katrina Nannestad illustrated by Cheryl Orsini

We sweep beneath the branches of a giant oak tree. Leaves tear free and flutter behind us, swirling and dancing on the road. We gallop on. I feel the wind in my hair, sunshine on my face, excitement in my tummy. I throw back my head and laugh, and Nat and Dad join in. Flossy whinnies and gallops, faster than ever. ‘Hang on tight!’ shouts Dad, wrapping his arms around us. Flossy bolts alongside a canal, past a windmill and into the village. Houses fly past — brick walls and red roofs and white doors — and a shop full of cheese and another windmill and tiny canals and a garden bright with tulips, and it’s probably all as pretty as a picture, but it’s hard to tell when we’re going so fast.

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