Banjo had pulled the pin from the grenade with his teeth like he’d seen the heroes do a thousand times at the pictures. Then he spat it out. ‘We don’t want any other kids finding a live grenade at the bottom of the cliffs and setting it off. They might not be as sensible as us.’ He flung the deadly weapon over the cliff and into the bay below. It didn’t go very far. I fell to the ground, covering my head with my arms. ‘Get down, you idiot!’ I yelled. When the explosion went off I nearly died of fright. Loud? I’d never heard anything so deafening in my entire life. It sounded like it had gone off inches away. I slowly opened my eyes, expecting to see Banjo splattered into strawberry jam, bits of him scattered in the breeze...