In the mid-fifties the author set out to find work and a life overseas as a construction diver. Determined to get away from the austerity of post war Britain, he spent the second half of the last century pursuing a challenging underwater and marine construction career. After leaving school just short of his fifteenth birthday, then by way of his father's timber yard in NW London, an office boy, and the Royal Engineers emerging after three years as a trained Royal Naval Diver. The following tale tells of the fortunes, and vagaries of this much travelled man. On retirement to Phuket, where he had worked previously, and as a modestly successful businessman, he was appointed British Honorary Consul covering the island's murder, mayhem and sorry tales of Brits abroad, the Andaman Tsunami, and Flight 269 plane crash.
