John Buchan Story

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21st September 2026

Hello everyone Just a quick note. Over the weekend I discovered that I had missed some books from the recent list of reduced books from the large collection I have been advertising. The missing ones are attached; usual ordering points apply. Kind regards Peter Please click HERE to view the list. The usual ordering system applies and is set out below. If you do not want to receive any more of thee emails, just click 'Reply' (not 'Reply all') and send the simple message 'Delete'.

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August 2026 - The Rest Is History Book Club In The Rest is History Book Club podcast Dominic Sandbrook and Tom Holland spoke about The Thirty-Nine Steps in a fascinating and wide-ranging discussion which has attracted a large audience on YouTube.

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Broughton Horticultural Society 2026 Winners of the John Buchan Handwriting Competition We are delighted to announce the winners of the annual John Buchan Handwriting competition held at the Broughton Horticultural Society event on the 29 th August 2026. The passage, chosen by Peter Worthington for the John Buchan Story, is from The Thirty- Nine Steps. Our congratulations go to Emma Brown (10 – 12 years category) and Rosie Milne (8 – 9 years category) both from Broughton Primary School. “I shaved off the remnants of my moustache and got inside an ancient suit of what I believe is called heather mixture. The map gave me some notion of my whereabouts and told me the two things I wanted to know — where the main railway to the south could be joined and what were the wildest districts near at hand. At two o’clock he wakened me from my slumbers in the smoking-room armchair and led me blinking into the dark starry night. An old bicycle was found in a tool-shed and handed over to me. ‘First turn to the right up by the long fir-wood,’ he enjoined. ‘By daybreak you’ll be well into the hills. Then I should pitch the machine into a bog and take to the moors on foot. You can put in a week among the shepherds and be as safe as if you were in New Guinea.’ I pedaled diligently up steep roads of hill gravel till the skies grew pale with morning. As the mists cleared before the sun, I found myself in a wide green world with glens falling on every side and a far-away blue horizon. Here, at any rate, I could get early news of my enemies.”