Discussing favourite books of childhood, I was reminded of “Taste for Adventure”, a book that still lingers in memory. I don’t know how I came to own a copy or why I read it. I do remember loving it and then, many years later, writing to the author in my guise as Stan Madeley.
I’m not sure I would be cut out for a Mongolian adventure, either as Stan or myself, but this remains a favourite letter (despite the typos — I was writing so many at the time and rather too quickly) and reply. There was another that followed it but this is just the first exchange. I really didn’t want to waste the Colonel’s time with my nonsense, especially since I was in no position to take up his offer…
