Google told me John Todd had made a submission to a Tasmanian government parliamentary committee on wood smoke in Launceston, some 15 years or so ago. A few hours later, John Todd returned my text message, saying he was overseas but could chat over WhatsApp, which we did. About the same time, Todd’s left arm had been found in the Libyan desert, still bearing his watch which was duly returned to him. “He was the military man who stood behind the governor at all the fancy occasions,” John Todd explains. John Todd remembers an idyllic Caribbean childhood of sea, sand and boats, of having a cook, a gardener and a chauffeur.
