Greg peered into the beach bag. 'Maybe no one will notice a hairy, bed-tempered towel with feet.' But he is wrong. The towel is really the nimbin in disguise, and some people do notice. Philippa's second summer holidays with Greg and the nimbin are nearly ruined by sinister forces beyond their control, in a gripping tale of friendship, money, chocolate biscuits, and the nimbin lost - and found.
