Estuary is an account I wrote in the immediate aftermath of my father’s death. It’s factual in every respect but it serves as an act of homage as well as an aide memoire.
I never really got on with my dad for most of my life but in the end he had a series of strokes which put a burden on my mum that proved to be beyond her. We brought them both down to Pompey, where Lin and I were living, and found a flat across the road where we could look after them
Estuary is the story of the years that followed, a journey that taught me an enormous amount about myself, the blessings of my marriage, and – at the very end of his life – the father I never thought I’d ever get to know. It is, as it has to be, a deeply personal book. But one I’m thankful I had the opportunity to write.