NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
On a still, moonlit Sunday night in May, myself and nine others crossed the Thames in small boats, elated but fearful.
The contrast between the tranquil landscape and the surge of adrenaline running through my body as we approached our target brought back memories of my time as a paratrooper many years ago.
But this time we were all civilians, and this was a very different kind of mission.
We were on our way to occupy an oil terminal to prevent a tanker carrying 33,000-tonnes of Russian diesel from docking and unloading its blood-tainted fuel.