For Helen Bradley as a small child Tuesday afternoons up Springhead were very special, because Great Aunt Jane could tell the most beautiful stories about God. 'In the beginning,' she would always start off, and on she would go with wonderful tales of how God had lit the stars with his matches to get rid of some of the blue-velvet void, how he polished the Sun with Brasso, and of the terrible rain that came when he went to Manchester and left the tap on.
The gay, graceful Edwardian magic of the Miss Carter books is here deftly coloured with Helen Bradley's childhood visions of the Almighty at his daily work - that exciting time when fish and chips were served for tea on Judgement Day, when Adam and Eve could be found at Blackpool, and God lived up in the shed on the moors.
And Miss Carter wore pink; Scenes from an Edwardian childhood:
Miss Carter Came with Us:
The Queen Who Came to Tea