I’ve been looking at some of my answers published on-line yesterday, pleased to remember those foothill years as a novelist when I was planning my first novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love. Sometimes, I’m amazed that I ever got it…
I was young in 1967, probably a lot younger than I realized. I was moved by the so-called Summer Of Love but I’m sure I can’t have understood the half of it. I felt it though and some of those…
I came across a stash of old slide photographs recently and I have been trying to preserve them digitally. This one, like yesterday’s, was taken of me, horror of horrors, in those halcyon days when everything and anything seemed possible and when…