Novelist, Amateur Historian and creator of the Dust Bunny children’s stories.
Scottish born author of the Inner Space Murder Mystery Trilogy.
Born in Aberdeen shortly after the end of World War 2 my destiny to be a city kid was short lived when my parents up and moved us to a tiny village high in the Cotswold Hills of Gloucestershire. For a young city kid a million miles from the nearest anything it was hate at first sight. For a start there was all that green, plus how was I supposed to breathe in an atmosphere I couldn’t even see? In addition, I couldn’t speak the language…I think I may have invented culture shock that year.
Of course, I have long since reversed my opinion of city life versus life in the countryside.
After an unspectacular academic interlude school and I parted company, there was a big world out there and I wanted to see and be part of it. .So I joined the Royal Navy only to discover that, like Admiral Nelson before me, I suffered chronic seasickness in any body of water deeper than a puddle. I then spent the next 9 years of my life wandering the World throwing up on my way to or from exotic places. This isn’t to say I didn’t have fun, way back then Britain still had a Navy to be proud of and there were quite a few places still coloured pink on the map. However, nine years was enough and so the Navy and I parted company both probably sighing with relief.
Then I discovered the Oil industry, at last I had found my true home. If the Navy taught me, nothing more it taught me mental discipline and organisation two vital skills required for a life in Logistics and a return to Aberdeen.
They do say that a restless mind requires constant challenge, in the years that preceded PC’s, mobile telephones, and the Internet and so for the next twenty-five years I was presented with an endless series of logistical problems to solve, and I loved every minute of it.
So writing is actually my third career. Reading has always been a big part of my life, in spite of the excitement of world travel there have been many boring bits, on ships at sea for weeks on end, offshore rigs, airports and an endless stream of hotel rooms.
After getting divorced, mostly my fault, I returned to the relative peace and tranquillity of a small town in the beautiful Cotswold Hills not ten miles from where I spent my early years. It took almost a lifetime of travel for me to discover the beauty of the English countryside, something I already had as a child.
Yet even in retirement, contentment to stay in one place continues to elude me and I decided to up sticks once more to explore Island life, which allows me the pleasure of exploring somewhere new.
So I guess the journey of a restless mind goes on ……