....Flambards.....
That is a word I haven't considered for, oh, nearly 30 years. It's so long ago that I cant remember anything about the plot, just the "feel" of the book IFYKWIM, but I do remember that I absolutely loved them.
Noooooo! I now know why I haven't thought about them for so long. Post-traumatic stress disorder. Will dies doesn't he? And I've just had a weird thought - I've married a very slim, dark, extremely clever man, with a distaste for masculine sporting pursuits and passionate about all things mechanical (at one point he was happy to leave me so that he could go and do something very mechano-technical in remote parts of the Borneo jungle). Perhaps these adolescent books do have a profound if sub-conscious effect. Am I heartless enough to give these to my DDs when they are teenagers?
Would reading about Patrick Pennington (this series passed me by as a teenager) help with my PSTD?