Swansea schoolboy link to Soviet master spy
The post war years in Swansea were exciting and challenging times for schoolboys; presenting opportunities for fun, discovery, friendship, adventure, and sometimes betrayal. On the beach, lights out at sea, then more lights on the beach. Run, run like the wind, through the back streets. Don’t let the them catch us. What happened to Gordon? Why is his house empty? Newspapers say the police are still looking for us. Weeks later they stop. Life moves on we grow old. I loose contact with Trevor. Fifty years pass in the blink of an eye. A letter from the other end of time, postmarked Hungary, everything turns to dust. How could we have known? How could anyone have known? I can’t think straight, can’t get things right in my head. I have to tell someone. I’ll tell you but can I trust you?