A memoir of seafaring in the golden age of the Merchant Navy. Calm seas, flying fish, and wild storms in the days before containers, when cargo ships were loaded by muscle and ancient hydraulic cranes, the days of industrial canals, tropical rivers, lagoons, and shimmering seas.
I’m thinking back, trying to discern how I came to write an historical novel. When I was tapping out Morse in the pitching wireless cabins of tropical steamers, it was not in my mind – though I read all the books in the ship’s library. A career in television studios might have brought it about – thirty years working with stories in pictures soaks the mind with images. Now I’ve retired I have more time to imagine at leisure - perhaps I’ve just reached the proper age to be a teller of stories. So my first story is about ‘Tom Fleck’ and his struggles to be a free man in our own district of Cleveland – but a Cleveland of five centuries in the past.