I am not a great one for having my photograph taken, for many years I tried to avoid it and only allowed those images required by law to be shot. From my childhood there are perhaps three photographs in existence: one of me as a baby looking across my mother’s shoulder into the camera; a…

It is strange, but no matter who we are and how our lives may be running, there is a depth to each and every person which remains hidden, which only surfaces in our own conscience now and then and reminds us of the darkness which can fill, even overtake the soul. I don’t think any…

I’m not very good at describing myself. Whenever we take time to put down into words who we think we are, it is always a mix of fiction, of wishes, of impressions we want to convey, perhaps to gain standing in the sight of another person, to impress them, to earn their respect, whether it…

One of the great things about being an Englishman is that everyone accepts our major talking point in any form of conversation or correspondence to be the weather. Admittedly I probably do not confirm with this picture, since I tend to write about almost anything other than the weather, but it is something which has…

I was struck by many of the things that you wrote, and spent a great deal of time both considering the words and their hidden meanings as well as aligning them with my impressions of life, my life as it has been so far, and what I had planned, hoped for or even demanded as…

Sunday morning, the church bells have finished ringing and the sound of birdsong takes their place. It is a stormy morning, promising torrents of rain later in the day, and that is no different to any other day we’ve had so far this last week. The local farmers are happy for the savings in water…

There is a major problem with writing philosophical letters, one which I only came to appreciate after I had begun writing and when it became clear that my style and my interests tended in this direction: there is simply too much that can be written about. When you begin to explore, it also becomes clear…

I was wondering, as I read your words, what form of an artist you are; whether visual, using the written word or whether you have taken some other form of artistry as your own. The phrase ‘I am an artist’, you see, covers so many genres, and is often abused so easily, that it is…

Many years ago I was asked what I find to write about, how anyone can possible put so many words down on paper or have so much in their mind that it makes a letter worthwhile. I must admit, I was disappointed by the question, not so much because it was asked, but more because…

I wouldn’t exactly say I am against all this new technology, that I find it abhorrent or that it should be banned or similar; I can see the uses and,  must admit, I am one who happily uses it for certain purposes too. I was first introduced to the computer shortly after finishing school, which…