During the long Easter weekend our bedtime reading was Stig of the Dump, by Clive King. I hadn’t enjoyed it much when I was little but this time around the girls and I thought it was great.
The book is only just older than me – published in 1963 – and follows the adventures of eight-year-old Barney as he befriends a stone age man, Stig, who lives in a den on the landfill near Barney’s granny’s house. There’s some great descriptions of how to reuse things – Stig skins and strips a large car; turns jam jars into a window; cans into a chimney and after dissecting an umbrella ends up with a waterproof skirt, small spears and tripod legs to cook turnips over an open fire.
Verdict: Stig of the Dump has inspired us all to look at things a bit more quizzically before we write them off as one-use items.
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I loved that book when our teacher read it to us, but my kids weren't impressed.
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