Thanks for that mick
yep living next door to you as ankle biters was always fun along with Paul and John over the road ,growing up with my dad was experience for me and any friends we had. When you first knew us he could go away for 18 months at a time ,in those days a company would not fly you home you just stayed on ship until you came back to the UK.
My dad grew up on the Isle of Arran and when he was eleven he had to go to school on the mainland .So on a Monday morning he would catch the first ferry to Ardrossan and stay on the mainland all week before catching the ferry back Friday afternoon.I guess it is what steered him into a life at sea. He left school at 15 and signed up with British Petroleum ,he worked for them until he retired aged 67. By then he had been a ships captain for more than 30 years.
He sailed all over the world from Alaska to New Zealand , spent years working around the Persian gulf running through the difficult years of the Suez crisis .Breaking the oil embargoes into South Africa , by the mid seventies company contracts improved and he got a month leave for his 6 months work and home life became easier for my mother.
As a child i never saw anyone that had a dad like mine, get up, put a sharp suit on and then gone for 5/6 months working all over the world.Before the Falklands he did a lot of work with the Royal Navy to figure out the way to refuel naval ships from commercial tankers. BP produced a calendar
with photos of 2 huge ships sailing parallel transferring bunkers.
In the 1980s the Ayatolla returned from French exile and the Iran Iraq war kicked off , my dad was working for the Iranians under a BP flag. Iran paid to build the tankers , UK lads worked on them training Iranians ,they regularly had to get out of ports under gun fire , nobody wants to be on a 250,000 ton tanker when people start shooting. He was home on leave about 1982 , phone ringing then MOD at our house the Iranians had abandoned both ships and they were loose full of oil in the Persian gulf. He flew out that night with Navy personnel and a team of other senior BP crew and regained control.
Whenever he came home in those days within 24 hours MOD would be at the door . When Ghadaffi was being a pain my old man was in Tripoli harbour taking depth readings all over it.Eventually my parents moved away from Bolton to Devon where he retired to play golf and for more than ten years race yachts.
He joined a yacht club in Dawlish , no one in it had ever sailed across the English channel , from then on he would take them over to the Channel islands every summer and into the french canal system
when i left school i worked on the tankers too for a while and it gave me a tiny insight into the life he had, one with only 3 christmas days before i was 20 , never there for birthdays , anniversaries or funerals.
He did not get to attend either of his parents
When i worked in his industry i met so many people that spoke so highly of him to me ,but we brought them up from Devon this year and covid locked them in a care home.
Captain Michael Tennant Gordon ,RIP an extraordinary life lived to the full with a smile on his face and always an eye for the ladies