I was born in India in 1953. My family had lived in India for more than 200 years. We were British Army who stayed and became colonials. After India gained her independence in 1947, the era known as the British Raj was over and the British left in droves.

In 1955 my parents attended a dinner party at Government House in Madras. Mum befriended the Australian High Commissioner, who spoke of Australia as a land of milk and honey, a land of opportunity for those who wanted a new start in life. In January 1956 my parents and I bade India goodbye, five weeks later we arrived in Sydney.

My parents pined for India in every sense of the word. Dad suffered life as working class man and Mum as a house wife. A chance look in a Sydney newspaper saw us move countries again, this time to Papua New Guinea.

We arrived in Rabaul, a quaint little town on the island of New Britain in Papua New Guinea in January 1960. This new and intoxicating land became my parents salvation and our home for many happy years. My childhood experiences, depicted in graphic detail in my debut biography, set my path for life.

My love of the sea and all she has to offer, the wonder of monsoonal rains, the awe inspiring power of an active volcano, the aftermath of World War II and the fun times with my friends. I have never lost my love of the sea, especially the Pacific Ocean. I am an avid scuba diver and travel extensively to dive. I have dived on WWII wrecks, explored remote coral reefs and dived with giant manta rays.

Many of my stories are based on my real life experiences and I truly enjoy sharing my adventures through my writing. I am now retired and spend my days writing and travelling. I have many adventures planned in the coming months that I would love to share with you via my blog.