Written as a Christmas ghost story by Frederick Forsyth for his wife, this story is best enjoyed with a stiff drink or two in front of the fire of a winter's evening. It relates a journey home from Germany to England for Christmas Eve 1957 by a young RAF Vampire pilot. When his jet fighter has an electrical systems failure over the North Sea, a routine journey becomes a nightmare as, with fog over eastern England, he cannot find his way down to land without radio communication. With fuel running out, the pilot flies triangles hoping an alert radar operator will realise his plight. When, with barely 10 minutes endurance remaining, a shepherd appears alongside in an obsolescent de Havilland Mosquito fighter-bomber of WW2 vintage, he is saved from a watery fate. But the mystery deepens from that point on...
The Shepherd captures the loneliness of the skies and shows how, despite enormous technological progress, adverse circumstances can reduce everything to a struggle of the human spirit against the forces of nature. The story is also a tribute to the bravery of Second World War airmen, and evokes the feeling of fellowship amongst aviators in the face of common danger.
Crisply written with Forsyth's characteristic attention to detail, The Shepherd is a delight to read. Forsyth was himself a RAF pilot, and the story has an authentic feel. The description of the Mosquito as it flies in formation with the Vampire is very vivid and highly evocative of this wonderful aircraft.
While The Shepherd is more akin to a short story than a novel, and can be read in a couple of hours, it is nonetheless a superb tale which I remembered from my childhood and found on Amazon as a Christmas treat to myself. Early editions have illustrations which add to the experience.
Highly recommended for anyone who enjoys a classic, tautly-written yarn.