Childhood found

My Dad brought round a bag full of childhood books, including these from the Swallows and Amazons series I haven't laid eyes on for years. I'm pretty sure we had the full set, so the others must be around somewhere. I'm so hopeless at remembering plots (especially over <ahem> 30 years) I can't recall much about the stories themselves but I remember they fuelled mine and my brother's imaginations over twice-yearly holidays in the Lake District.

Chi Chi the panda - J's bedside companion since birth - was only temporarily lost, and was found this morning in H's bed being introduced to Thomas the Tank Engine and various friends.