The Punch Bowl Farm Series
Between 1947 and 1968 Bill and Monica Edwards gradually built up the near-derelict farm into a thriving dairy concern stocked exclusively with pedigree Jersey cattle. During this time she wrote ten Punchbowl Farm novels with the farm and its surroundings as their setting. Although the real name of the farm was Punch Bowl Farm, the fictional name was contracted to Punchbowl (as was the herd name of the Jersey cattle at the real farm) and Thursley's name was changed to Highnoons for the books. The characters of this series of books were the Thornton family - principally the children Andrea, Dion, Lindsey and Peter. The first book in the series (No Mistaking Corker) was written before the purchase of the farm.
The complete list of Punchbowl Farm novels is:
- No Mistaking Corker (1947)
- Black Hunting Whip (1950)
- Punchbowl Midnight (1951)
- Spirit of Punchbowl Farm (1952)
- The Wanderer (1953)
- Punchbowl Harvest (1954)
- Frenchman's Secret (1956)
- The Cownappers (1958)
- The Outsider (1961)
- Fire in the Punchbowl (1965)
- The Wild One (1967)
The Edwards family's farm life was brought to a close in August 1968 when Bill had a near-fatal tractor accident. The couple eventually sold the farm and built a retirement bungalow for themselves in one of the farm's fields.
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