Another lovely book by Roald Dahl. Danny and his father live in a small gypsy caravan, and work together fixing cars and manning a gas pump. The bond between Danny and his dad is absolutely fabulous, and I think as a kid, I would have loved living in that caravan. Danny's dad has a terrible secret - he loves to poach pheasants. The story was incredibly sweet. The only thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that they're essentially killing animals to eat them. Now, I'm not a vegetarian or animal activist, but something like that does make me feel slightly iffy. It was still a lovely story though
