PETER JACKSON
THE MAN TRULY IN THE KNOW

PETER Morgan’s day would begin at the crack of dawn on a Pembrokeshire shore with his faithful friend off the leash, ‘The Beach Boy’ and a ‘hairy monster’ called Ned.
The old Lion and his faithful Irish water spaniel were always out there on Broad Haven’s majestic stretch of sand, a double act almost as familiar as the tidal ebb and flow of the Gulf Stream washing the very stretch of coast where as a small boy Morgan began the rugby journey of a lifetime.
He played the game the only way he knew how,...