Who is Walter Frederick?
Well, actually it’s me - Walter Frederick is my nom-de-plume. That's me on the right.
Walter and Frederick were the Christian names of my father. Alas, Fred as he was known, died before I could really develop the kind of memories a young boy should have of his father.
I was fourteen when he died, but for three years before that he suffered a series of illnesses which debilitated him greatly, and reduced the time we might otherwise have spent together.
This story is for you Dad!
About the Book:
A Mole in the Hand
Could there ever be a coup d’état in Britain??
It is 2014 and Britain is being torn apart by civil unrest as Trades Unions and protest groups join forces to fight austerity measures. The Coalition Government nears the end of its first term, and city centre riots force the imposition of special powers with nightly curfews.
Richard Mastin, a public relations expert, is visited by an American friend now a senior CIA Officer. He issues Richard with a challenge, and within days he uncovers a plot for a British coup. Richard is pitted against ex-KGB officers, preparing to unleash hundreds of moles, under cover for decades.
Richard discovers MPs, senior civil servants, and police officers - who were recruited in the UK during the Soviet Era.
Richard’s life and family are threatened. He enlists help from old British friends and new American friends. Key recruit is beautiful TV Producer Juliana Weston.
He crosses the Atlantic to fight the planned coup. In a dramatic ending he flees to rural Tuscany with all of the computer files without which the coup cannot be launched.
Why did I write my novel?
Throughout my working life a number of incidents which occurred down those years influenced the way my thoughts changed about people who were described as spies, along with activities associated with espionage.
Those incidents contributed to the steady development of thoughts and ideas which took me to the point at which I just had to write those ideas down, hence this novel.
So, having published ‘A Mole in the Hand’, I thought I should share those incidents with you via the Walter Frederick website.
I spent the majority of that working life, plus a bit, in a political environment. Even before I left school and went to work in my first job in a clothing factory as the trainee to the Sales Manager, politics had already become an all-absorbing part of everyday life for me.
At school my favourite society by far was the debating society, where I quickly learnt the cut and thrust of debate and of speaking in public. I took pride in developing arguments and exchanging ideas with others.
I joined the Young Conservatives as a direct consequence of attending a Labour Party rally against the Suez Invasion of 1956, but even before that I had helped out at election campaigns, roped in by one of my schoolmasters, who happened to be a family friend. Political events were therefore part of more than sixty years of my life!
I suppose you could say I was always close to a lot of political intrigue, which occasionally could have have been described as conspiratorial. I observed the different politicians I worked with across all three major Parties using a wide range of methods to succeed.
As the years progressed I learnt more of just how some people plotted and planned in order to achieve their objectives, sometimes with good results, sometimes not.
In the mid-70s I had some experiences which left their mark on me personally! By the end of 1974 I had organised and managed three election campaign tours for Mr Heath. When Mrs Thatcher became Party Leader on 12th February 1975, a number of incidents followed.
At that time I was employed in the Northern part of Greater London, which included Mrs Thatcher's Finchley constituency. Two months after her election I was seconded to work in the European Referendum Campaign, and organised the all-Party Rallies for 'Britain in Europe'.
When I returned to my earlier post I discovered I had been moved, or should I say 'transferred' to the South-East. I was told that my close connections with Mr Heath, and my well-known pro-European views had contributed to the reasons for me being moved - I would be well away from any potentially embarrassing contact with the new Leader.
Two years later I was appointed to the post of European Elections Officer, with a brief to prepare the party organisation for the direct elections to the European Parliament, and a short time after that Mrs Thatcher asked me to go and see her.
She wanted me to organise her election campaign tour. I had to ask, why me? She told me I was the only one left who had worked with Ted, but I had shown my loyalty to the Party, and she wanted me to do for her what I had done for Ted.
Over the eleven years which followed I worked closely with her from time to time. My main point of contact came from the fact that as a result of the meeting to which she had summoned me, I subsequently planned and executed the campaign tours which she carried out, and which were an essential component of the three General Elections she won in 1979, 1983, and 1987.
I was by her side every day of campaigning, and I travelled with her far and wide across the country. Mrs Thatcher always treated me with great warmth and kindness, and made me feel as if I was one of her family. In her passing I feel as if I have lost a close relative.
On this website I have detailed two incidents associated with my work with her - the bomb which was meant to kill her in 1984, and the last of her three election campaigns in 1987. Both were 'triggers' for eventually settling down and writing 'A Mole in the Hand'. They are recorded on pages 11 and 12.
How it all began click here