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I got the idea for this seaside mystery after a trip to the Cornish coast, an area renowned for pirates, caves and secrets.

Here's a trailer for you to enjoy...

'Your heart will be beating as you go along with Toby and his new friend Hattie as they piece together clues and encounter dangerous obstacles.'

Here's an extract...

Outside the cellar door, Hattie grabbed Toby’s arm. ‘Wait,’ she said. She rummaged around in a broom cupboard and emerged with a sturdy black torch. Hattie flicked the switch.

‘Bingo. It works.’

Toby fumbled with the door catch.

‘One more thing,’ said Hattie, opening Rufus’s cage. ‘Here, look.’ She took out of her pocket a tubular bracelet and slipped it over Rufus’s neck.

‘It’s a glow-in-the-dark one,’ she explained. ‘I got it from a fairground.’

Toby was impressed. ‘Clever girl. You think of everything... Smartie pants!’

Hattie gave him a friendly slap on the back, and, having put Rufus back into his cage, the pair made their way down the rickety staircase once again, shutting the cellar door behind them.

As before, a small pool of dim light illuminated the steps and a patch of floor at the bottom of them. It was quite eerie down there.

Rufus’s green bracelet glowed inside the cage. Hattie switched on the torch and a bright circle of light spread itself over a tall cupboard which had been covered with a cloth, giving it the appearance of an odd-shaped spectre. Next to it, on the floor, was a coil of thick rope and then further away still was a packing case with paintings leaning against it and balanced on top of it.

Behind that was the stone wall at the back of the cellar. Hattie directed the beam up it. The children could see some sort of pipe and could hear a steady dripping noise.

Hattie moved the torch to the left of the wall. Here, a tangle of electrical wires disappeared into the vertical blackness, and to the left again was the door they had come across previously.

As the children edged closer, they could see that its hinges were on the right and the ringed handle was on its left.

‘Shall we?’ ventured Toby, now a little nervous.

‘We most certainly shall.’ Assertive Hattie reached out for the rusty black ring. It turned surprisingly easily, to the right with a slight scratching sound. The door opened inwards, scuffing on the flagstones as it did so.

 Hattie shone the torch into the black chasm that now lay ahead of them. Perhaps she wasn’t feeling so confident after all. Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to show it.

‘Come on then,’ she whispered, leading Toby into the darkness.

Their footsteps were deadened on the tunnel floor, for, indeed, it was a tunnel in which they now found themselves. Hattie, holding the torch in her right hand, used her left palm to feel the rough, curving surface of the rocky wall. Toby, beside her, was holding Hattie’s arm with his left hand while Rufus swung from his right.

After a few minutes, during which the children said not a word, they came to a fork. There was a choice of three paths to take.

‘This is where our little friend can help us,’ whispered Hattie.

Toby put Rufus’s cage down and opened the door. He seemed reluctant to come out and stood on his threshold warily. If there had been more light, the children would have noticed Rufus’s nose twitching as he took in the dank scent of the tunnel.

Then, warily, he stepped out, his bracelet still glowing.

Hattie softly stooped to talk to him and his nose hovered, mid-twitch.

‘Now, Rufus,’ she whispered, ‘we need you to show us the way back. So remember your route.’

Hattie straightened up and Rufus took off. He snaked his way through the tunnel that led off to the extreme right and the children padded along behind.

 Occasionally, Rufus stopped to sniff something interesting on the ground, but it seemed they were travelling a long way through this network of underground tunnels. They met fork after fork, and, always, Rufus went to the right, until the last fork when he headed for the centre. Again, he stopped to sniff and the children stopped behind him.

As Toby looked around, he could have sworn that a faint glow was coming from beyond the bend in the tunnel. He quickly scooped up Rufus and popped him back into his cage. Rufus didn’t seem to mind at all. He began to clean himself.

Hattie was about to ask Toby why he had put Rufus away, when he put his hand over her mouth and brought his mouth close to her right ear.

‘Don’t say a word,’ Toby whispered in his softest voice. ‘I think there’s someone there.’

Leaving Rufus’s cage on the ground and switching off their own torch, Toby and Hattie slid along the right-hand wall of the tunnel. It was cold, rough and damp and there was now sand beneath their feet.

As they got closer to the source of light, they could hear voices.

A female voice, harsh and guttural, was raised in warning.

As the children peered around the curve of the wall, they could see a cavernous opening. A circular table had been placed in the centre of the space. It was covered with a brown and red fringed cloth and on it were a candle and a crystal ball. Oil lamps glowed from nooks in the rock.

With her back to them was a strangely dressed woman. She was wearing a black headscarf tightly bound to her head; it caught the candlelight on its sequins. Draped over her shoulders was a black and purple fringed shawl and her right arm clinked with its mass of silver bangles.

Sitting opposite her was an unshaven man with a hooped earring and a dark headscarf. He, too, was wearing a bangle, but high up on his left arm which was heavily tattooed. The sleeves of his striped top were rolled right up around his thick, muscular arms.

'Gripping read, highly recommended for middle grade'

'Strange happenings after dark, secret tunnels, a new friendship with a mysterious girl, what else would any kid want from a summer vacation in a seaside village. How about getting the chance to solve a baffling mystery? The main character, Toby, gets it all, and so will the reader.'

And another...

And then, just as Toby’s eyelids were beginning to droop, from nowhere, came the distant singing of a female voice from across the sea.

Toby sat up.

Mr Tinegar had dropped off to sleep.

‘Mr Tinegar! Wake up. Can you hear it? It’s Mary-Anne singing. Listen.’

Mr Tinegar cupped his hand to his ear and turned towards the open window. ‘Indeed, it is. Such a sad, plaintive voice, don’t you think, Toby?’

But Toby was up at the telescope, his heart hammering. ‘I can see her. In a small boat. She’s dressed in white and she’s carrying a lantern. She must be heading to Blue Rock.’

Toby stared intently, his eyes watering in the salt breeze. The moonlight flickered on the ripples. It looked occasionally as if seals were following in the wake of the boat.

To the left, where the cliff bottom met the sandy beach, Toby could see a different kind of flickering.

From behind a mass of jagged rocks protruding from the sand, Toby thought he could see dancing firelight.

'I can once again assert that this is another gem amidst the many children's books.'

Everyone knows Salt gives you high blood-pressure, and this edge-of-your-seat adventure is no exception...

Do you believe in legends?

‘Mr Tinegar,’ began Toby, ‘have you ever heard singing in the night? I’m sure I heard a strange kind of singing when I was trying to get to sleep.’

‘Ah, the haunting sounds of Mary-Anne. It is said that a soulful mad woman, dressed in dowdy rags, rows nightly to Blue Rock in a small wooden rowing boat where she disembarks and sings sorrowfully for those lost at sea.’

‘The Blue Rock?’ repeated Toby, interested to hear another strange story. ‘Can we see it from here?’

‘Sure you can. Follow the horizon from left to right and you will see one lone mass protruding through the waves. That is Blue Rock.’

‘I’ve got it!’ yelped Toby. ‘Have you ever seen this Mary-Anne?’

‘I have,’ Mr Tinegar paused, ‘though many have it that it is only legend.’

Toby was fascinated. ‘I’d love to see her. Do you think I ever will?’

‘Nothing is impossible,’ said Mr Tinegar. ‘Now, Toby, can I interest you in a ginger biscuit?’

'Salt is not what I expected, but it was so wonderfully well written that the characters truly came alive.'

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