I was brought up in a house surrounded by books, and where reading and conversation were valued. From an early age until I had learned to read for myself my mother read to me every night, not only children’s stories by the best authors but also poetry.
Although I chose a career in science in that most esoteric of disciplines, Virology, I continued to read widely, but it wasn’t until I was in my sixties that I started to write. Initially I wrote poetry, usually in response to emotional trauma — I suffered severe depression at this time — but later I ventured into the world of the short story.
I hope that you will enjoy this very personal view of the world in poetry, prose and photographs of places that I love.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton