A beautifully illustrated book I was obsessed with as a child. Every Sunday, we’d visit my Aunt and Uncle who had the book, and I sat for hours just staring and staring at it.
It was a puzzle book, apparently laden with clues which, if correctly solved, could lead the reader to an exact location where some fabulous jewelled hare treasure was buried by the author (and witnessed by, I believe I’m right in thinking, Bamber Gascoigne. All very curious.)
Anyway – turns out that the precious jewel was ultimately found by a chap who was in cahoots with the author’s ex-girlfriend, who told him where to find it. All very messy.
I just liked the rabbits.