From a well spent youth where he performed with some distinction in academia and on the sporting fields, Murray flew Sabre jet fighter aircraft with the RAAF, serving in Malaya and Thailand, got married and left the military for civil aviation and flew all the big jets commercially out of Sydney, Hong Kong and the Seychelles for the next twenty five years, and has a host of stories relating to very questionable, and sometimes outrageous, practices and behaviour from that industry. In 1974, he went behind the Iron curtain to play in the Czechoslovakian National Amateur Golf Championship, but has archived his score sheet for all time. With his four children, boys and girls, he has snorkelled, skied, ridden horses in most parts of the planet. With two of his golfing buddies, he trekked the Himalayan foothills, covering 120 very rugged up and down miles in just ten days. He spent twelve years on the land, planting nut trees and husbanding a herd of red deer. Had a shot at politics where he got gendered out (his version of events) got in a huff, bought a yacht and spent the next five years in a solo circumnavigation of the planet.
Murray is a laid back, pretty self sufficient sort of bloke, who views the direction in which the world appears to be heading with a large degree of concern. He is quite pleased with what he's been able to achieve over the years and if you enjoy reading this little account of his life as much as he had putting it all together, he will be doubly pleased.
The rest is in the book.
Murray is a laid back, pretty self sufficient sort of bloke, who views the direction in which the world appears to be heading with a large degree of concern. He is quite pleased with what he's been able to achieve over the years and if you enjoy reading this little account of his life as much as he had putting it all together, he will be doubly pleased.
The rest is in the book.
