I’m stealing an idea from my friend Claire, over at the Scribblings blog, and I’m doing a post about the sea and I.
After all, the sea is quite on topic hereabouts – we talk adventure and exoticism, and the sea is one of the many ingredients of many, many adventure stories, and quite a lot real life adventures too.
So, I’ll start with something close and personal.
My father was so taken with the sea, that he actually ran away from home to join the navy when he was 16.
His five minutes of C.S. Forester ended with his family going to Genoa to bring him back.
He never sailed, never served in the navy or anywhere else.
So he decided I should become a sailor.
When I was five. Continue reading