There is a great deal of smoke and mirrors about Justice’s
life. Bon vivant. Buccaneer. Adventurer. Fantasist. He claimed to speak 20
languages, though he was certainly fluent in a number. He claimed to have
been born under a distillery on the Isle of Skye; in fact, her was born in
southeast London. He replaced his middle two names Norval Harald with
Robertson. He went to the posh English public school, Marlborough College
in Wiltshire where he likely leant to fly fish on the River Kennet which
runs through the grounds. After that he had two unsuccessful stabs at
university in both London and Germany.
Abandoning education, he become a Reuters journalist bedside
Ian Fleming before emigrating to Canada working as an insurance salesman,
taught English at a boys' school, became a lumberjack and mined for gold.
Penniless (there is a theme here) he returned to England to try his hand at
ice hockey and motor racing before he headed to Europe again to become a
policeman for the League of Nations, before fighting in the Spanish Civil
War and then World War II in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve.
It’s unclear how Justice, the living embodiment of the term
bon vivant, a man who invented his ‘Scottishness’, a serial womaniser (a
young Bridgit Bardot starred beside him in three films) and with a which a
love of fast cars became a friend of Prince Philip, but it was clearly a
deep and extended friendship. By 1947, the year of the Royal wedding
Justice was living at Whitchurch Fulling Mill, upstream of the Royal honeymoon
destination, Broadlands House. In great secrecy, a few days after the
wedding, the newlyweds headed the 24 miles to have tea with Justice, his
wife Dillys and young son. Of course, the secret got out, the lane to
Fulling Mill lined with well-wishers.
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