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Saturday, April 26, 2014

Ebb Tide

There is something so pristine about a beach

refreshed by the ebb tide.

Rocks still glitter and the sand,

caressed by retreating wavelets.

lies smooth as skin,

About Me

I was a war baby, although I didn't know

it at the time.

WWII was a great time to be born in England.

I grew up with the Goon Show, enjoyed the

birth of rock'n'roll, and witnessed the

most glorious years of Manchester United -

all local lads, fondly named 'The Busby Babes'.

And, when I started working, it meant that

alongside me were men who had real

German bullet wounds and shell scars to

show me. And many with bits missing.

What a life, eh? Don't know why I left it,

but I did, in l963, in an old van - my sights

on the land of OZ, but destiny plonking me

elsewhere.

Now I live on a small island in the Pacific,

writing and reminiscing; missing Marmite

but treasuring the marmalade sent by big

daughter.

I'd like to use this site to talk about life on this

fascinating island and maybe inveigle people

into reading my books. I think there's a bit of

something for everyone.... fun, fact and fiction.

Click on a book for more info.