As the guns in Jerusalem fell silent in 1967 nothing could be heard across the hushed city except the faint flutter of history. Then it started again - the rumble of heavy vehicles, the unforgiving crump of explosives. This time the sounds were of bulldozers plowing through border barriers and the demise of minefields. Jewish and Arab Jerusalem were separated briefly only by a strip of neutered no-man's-land so narrow that a boy could throw a stone...

This picture book distils the essence of summer at the beachskin sticky with salt, sandy feet, waves hush-hushing and a shell under the pillow. This simple poem by internationally renowned Joy Cowley transports the reader instantly to a childhood summer. Summer holidays by the sea have a rhythm all their own. With a few well chosen images Cowley takes us straight to the end of a long hot day, with beach treasures under the pillow, the sound of the...