Your post reminded me of those long summer nights when we had to go to bed while it was still daylight! How I hated that--I wanted so much to be outside! I used to lie awake and listen to the sounds--bird songs, people talking, maybe someone mowing their lawn in the near neighborhood. The world still bustling with life, for heavens sake! Don't remember reading in bed, but chances are I did that too, since I loved books--Enid Blyton's, and others that you mention.
The big thrill for me in the spring was when it was light enough to go outside after tea! That was incredibly magical! Some of us played with balls up against the wall outside the kitchen at Ferens, or went out on skates or something. Then of course, it was venturing further afield over to Lords as the days continued to get longer. And watching those tiny leaves on what were small trees around the Oval at that time, become bigger, and the first time wearing sandals! All delicious memories! The jingle of a sandal buckle always takes me back immediately to those times and places! Thanks for the memories...(that's a song isn't it?).