I had a dream which backfired, I wanted to travel but I chose the wrong path and joined the Royal Navy.
Call me naïve but being told how to dress and when to come in and go out was not really me. It became a drudge. When I did go to sea that’s all it was, lots of sea and no land.
Eventually I did join a ship which was an aircraft carrier that sailed to America fine seeing aircraft take off and land and even looking down to watch dolphins swim in the bow wave was great, but upon returning to England I went on leave and after that I deserted and went to Sweden to try and get political asylum. It was the time of the Vietnam War and Americans went to Sweden or Canada to avoid the draft. I never got political asylum but I did hitch around Europe and fell in love with being a hobo, just drifting from place to place until I ran out of money then worked and travelled on.
I got caught and used to tell people what I’d said to the commander and commodore, both very high ranks in the navy and they thought it was funny. Others were telling their friends about me and so I decided to write it all down, this I did and called my book The Wrong Path.