Introduction Recently I came across a flimsy bit of paper with some dits typed (very badly) by my father Peter Gretton. I have no idea why he did so but expect he took the occasional look at them to amuse or inpire him. There is no date but the notepaper is of our house in Wimbledon. My parents lived there after his retirement in early 1963 and going to Oxford as Domestic Bursar at University College in 1965. Although suffering from a bad back and some depression, he continued writing; his memoirs (Convoy Escort Commander) in early 1964 and (Martime Strategy – A Study of Defence Problems) in 1…
