Born on 20 May 1943, the author spent his early childhood in Winchester, Hampshire. Winchester was also the home of the author's mother Jean's family. Her father Thomas Waldin, had been blinded at Ypres during the First World War, and on the shelves of his home was an illustrated encyclopaedia of that terrible conflict; in ten volumes. One day, he would feature as the hero of the author's book, A Brummie Boy Goes to War. However, for the author the path to authorship was far from smooth, and it would be some time before he found his true vocation.
In the early 1950s the family (his mother Jean, father Chris, and younger sister Jane) relocated to Lichfield, Staffordshire where his father had been appointed headmaster of a boarding school. Primary school in Litchfield was a great joy. Here, under the watchful eye of his beloved teacher Miss Harrison, the author was enthralled by the Bible stories: learnt them by heart; and always came top in religious education. And, was not Lichfield the birthplace of Dr Samuel Johnson, compiler of the very first comprehensive English dictionary? Both the author's parents embraced English literature, and his mother read nursery stories to him, whilst his father recited poetry.
The author himself has always had a love of reading, and during a brief period when he attended preparatory school, he read Enid Blyton books at night, under the bedclothes and by the light of a torch. However, he was not amused when, on his 9th birthday, he received no less than three copies of Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island!
In the post-war years parcels would arrive from Canada, from the author's mother Jean's elder brother Peter, containing illustrated story books for him and his sister Jane. They featured grizzly bears; the Rocky Mountains; native Indians attired in all their glory, and their totem poles. Jean's younger brother David had joined the army and served with the intelligence services in North Africa during the Second World War. He related to the author something of his exploits, though because he had signed the Official Secrets Act, it was only years later that we learned how the 'Desert Rats' had been able to decipher enemy 'Enigma' signals almost as soon as the enemy transmitted them, and that David had also worked on code-breaking at Bletchley Park. As for Howard, Jean's youngest brother, he was sent to the mines as a 'Bevan Boy' during the Second World War, and from him we learnt of physical hardship, danger, and terrible accidents. Meanwhile, the author's father Chris's sister Maud, had married a GI, who after the war, had taken her back with him to Kentucky. Realising the plight of Britain during the austere post-war years, Maud sent the family food parcels and presents of enamel ornaments featuring musical instruments of different kinds.
Experiences such as these served to fire the author's imagination, but in his younger days, he did not for one moment dream that one day he would become a writer. However, unbeknown to him at the time, many of the events described above would find a place in his books.
In 1956 life changed dramatically when the family moved, to what was then, the British colony of Southern Rhodesia. Here, the author's father took up the post of headmaster at a coeducational boarding school for Whites only. It is a truism that travel broadens the mind, and this experience would one day provide a source of material for books such as Robert Mugabe's Lost Jewel of Africa.
At Thornhill High School, Gwelo, Southern Rhodesia, pupils sat examinations set by the Cambridge Overseas Examination Board which, in its infinite wisdom, ordained that here, in the middle of Africa, students (Afrikaners as well as those of British origin) were to study the English industrial revolution and the military history of Scotland! The family returned to England in 1959, another headship having been offered to the author's father Chris; this time in Somerset. The author and his sister Jane, now commenced at Midsomer Norton Grammar School, from where the author gained a place at Oxford to read physics.
Whereas for the author, and doubtless countless others, schooldays consisted almost entirely of sitting at an uncomfortable desk and being lectured by the teacher in a system of 'one size fits all', Oxford was a different proposition altogether. Here, students were treated as individuals and most importantly, taught to examine what they were told critically, and think for themselves.
Meanwhile, the author had come to admire the works of several notable doctors-cum-writers from the past: notably A. J. Cronin's autobiographical novel, Adventure in Two Worlds; the amorous and amusing and adventures of Richard Gordon's, Dr Simon Sparrow; and above all, the exploits of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's master detective, Sherlock Holmes. It was therefore no coincidence when, a year later, the author decided to change course and read medicine instead. And having qualified, he himself would become a detective – of medicine! But as always, life was not straightforward.
Having married, had two children, and worked as a general practitioner in the seaside town of Poole in Dorset for a period of 11 years, the author sustained a back injury, whilst twisting awkwardly one day on the beach. He was never able to continue in his chosen profession due to chronic sciatica.
Over the course of the next few years the author was operated on successively, by three different surgeons at three different times, and at three different hospitals. Unbeknown to him at the time, all the operations were done in an inappropriate place – i.e. above the site of the problem, which was at L4/L5. To add insult to injury, he was not believed when he complained of ongoing pain and declared that none of the operations had worked. A divorce followed. Meanwhile, he was encouraged by his mother Jean, by now a widow, to take up writing. In fact, whilst he was recovering from his first spinal operation, she sat by his bed and lovingly typed out his first manuscript. Mother herself was a great raconteur, and well into her later years she enthralled the people of Wells in Somerset (where she lived in retirement) with her stories. Finally, in despair, the author contacted the hospital where he had been a medical student viz. Oxford's Nuffield Orthopaedic Centre, and yet another operation was performed, this time successfully, and at the correct level, where a 'slipped disc' was identified! But by now chronic damage to the sciatic nerve meant that he would thereafter always be in pain. In 1999 a poem, written by the author, was published in People's Friend Magazine. This modest success acted as a catylist, and soon afterwards his first book was published viz. By Swords Divided: Corfe Castle in the Civil War, an account, not without humour, of the heroic defence of the castle by Lady Bankes during the English Civil War. There followed the publication of several more of his works, and some improvement in his back condition. When the author remarried in 2005, this was a great joy to him, after all the years of pain, despair, and relative isolation on account of him being largely housebound.
In 2006 the author was invited to Harrogate (where the Yorkshire Post was hosting a literary lunch) to give a talk on Agatha Christie, whose strange disappearance for 11 days in 1926 had provided the source material for another of his books. Fellow speakers were Ben Fogle and Ann Widdecombe. (James Cracknell was unable to attend.) Agatha Christie: The Finished Portrait, and Agatha Christie: The Disappearing Novelist, also prompted invitations to the author to be interviewed by National Public Radio in the USA, and to participate in a drama documentary produced by European culture TV channel Arte, entitled Agatha Christie versus Hercule Poirot (which is currently available on Sky).
What motivates a person to write? In the author's case, the trigger is often a feeling that something about the subject in question has been hitherto unexplained. For example, what possessed T. E. Lawrence to retreat into the lower ranks of the armed services, having achieved great fame as 'Lawrence of Arabia' (see T. E. Lawrence: Tormented Hero)? How was it that Conan Doyle, who invented the character of that eminently sensible and logical person 'Sherlock Holmes', actually genuinely believed in fairies? (See Arthur Conan Doyle: The Man Behind Sherlock Holmes.) Why did Jane Austen never marry, and what was the cause of her premature death at the age of 41? (See Jane Austen: Love is Like a Rose.) Why do so many of the theories about why dinosaurs (a current project) became extinct not make total sense, and what was the real reason?
The author dearly loved both his parents, but if his father had a fault, it was that he tended to be hypercritical, which is perhaps not surprising, he being an educationalist. The outcome is that the author, in his writings, still feels he is trying to please his father, even though the latter is long deceased, and did not live to see even the publication of the author's very first book.
Finally, the author is delighted to have met so many wonderful people as a result of his writings, to whom for their help, enthusiasm, and encouragement, he is deeply grateful. For example: Gillian Baverstock the delightful elder daughter of Enid Blyton (see Enid Blyton and her Enchantment with Dorset); the highly competent Derek van der Syde, Robert Mugabe's former secretary (see Mugabe: Monarch of Blood and Tears); the amiable Fred White, who served on HMS Hood in the 1930s (see HMS Hood: Pride of the Royal Navy); the engaging Tony Benn, who kindly wrote the introduction to his account of the Tolpuddle Martyrs (see The Story of George Loveless and the Tolpuddle Martyrs); the charming Marya Egerton-Warburton, great-granddaughter of Sir Arthur Pearson, who founded St Dunstan's, an organization which gave hope to the blinded servicemen of the First World War, and continues today as Blind Veterans UK (see Kindly Light: The Story of Blind Veterans UK); the cricket-loving Christopher ('Baron') Baynes, designer of the world's first swing-wing aeroplane (see Purbeck Personalities); lover of Corfe Castle memorabilia Bob Richards, who watched in dismay from his signal box as the last steam train passed through the village, following cuts to the railway network (made on the recommendation of the Chairman of British Railways Dr Richard Beeching) and who was overjoyed when steam trains returned in 1995 (See Corfe Remembered).
Some years ago, the author's Uncle Peter, telephoned from Canada to say that, whilst visiting a small town in Arizona, quite off the beaten track, he had visited the library and there discovered a copy of the author's first published work, By Swords Divided. More recently, a friend of the author visited the library of the University College of Los Angeles and found there no less than 11 of the author's titles. To think that people all over the world were reading and enjoying his books was a source of great joy to him. He recalled the motto of his former school in Africa: Per Spinas ad Culmina – 'Through Thorns to the Hilltop', and he could have wished for no greater reward.