What is Freedom, really?
I grew up in the 60s – not the swinging 60s, you understand, the swing hadn’t swung as far as my town. The ’60s for me were a time of wonder and possibility. There was talk of a passenger jet that would travel twice the speed of sound and the possibility that men would actually travel to the moon. It seemed like anything could happen. Who would have guessed then that the supersonic jet would be retired without replacement and that manned space flight would find a sterile rock and go no further? For me, one of the most exciting possibilities of the 60s was in the exploits of Jacques Cousteau. Even in black and white, his TV programme seemed vivid, colourful and full of possibilities. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to explore the Undersea World that he had found? I never believed I would get the chance, but I get it I did. Just before our first child came along, my wife and I splashed out
