I was born in Perthshire, Scotland, my parents taking me with them when they moved to Edinburgh, Hamilton, Carlisle and Hemel Hempstead. Having lost my bearings somewhat, I read geography at Cambridge, before setting out on a career as a chartered accountant that was never going to work out. Next, I spent 16 years in a South London bedsit, honing very different life-skills, getting increasingly interested in the creativity of individuals, both in the visual arts and in literature. In 2003 my mother suffered a stroke, so I moved back to Scotland to be on-hand for my parents in their old age. Now I live with my partner, Kate, in a house that’s 30 yards from the one in which I was born. Between the two homes is a church that for several years had a peregrine falcon roosting on top of the spire, which we called Enid. However, as we were never sure of the bird’s gender, we sometimes felt we should be calling it Evelyn.
Below is a photo of me taken by Kate in our garden. In it, I'm trying to put a brave face on the fact that our Enid/Evelyn won't be coming back, while at the same time registering amazement that he/she graced our existence for so long.