As a child, my playground was the wide open veldt with the blue African sky above. Jungle gyms grew naturally from seed and the pet store was just beyond the garden gate. I wore shoes under protest and then only to school and church. I needed a bath every single night.
I served as an ops medic in the army for two years and treated gunshot wounds and arrow strikes. I've swum in the crocodile-infested Okavango and seen entire villages succumb to malaria. I have hunted poachers and listened from my sleeping bag to hunting lions prowling and roaring beyond the firelight.
Life is a little tamer now. I have a beautiful wife and a strapping young man that is my son. In my spare time, I write about what I love and what I love is the past. The very ancient past and the heroes of those times.
I am fortunate to have the life experience I have. I draw greedily on this experience in writing of the lives of men and woman in a very much wilder Europe.