Not so long ago and not so far away, my father was my teacher. I learned from him in different ways; through lesson, observation and emulation. Amongst so many other things, he taught me to swim, I watched him work, and I copied his writing. His was a glinting calm presence, a wordless reassurance that … Continue reading Barefoot in the City.
This morning, on my way to the pool for a swim I recalled a story my father told me. During World War II, he served with the RAF and for some time was stationed in Egypt. At one point, he said, he was billeted with a Franco-Egyptian family in what was then a leafy suburb … Continue reading Swimming With My Father
Gordon Stanley Weller, born 23 June 1918 in Newcastle-upon-Tyne.