Wild Journeys

and the strange world of words and images

Dear friends,

A writer’s life is strange. It’s the way it should be. A year ago my first book of non-fiction, Two Lights, was published. We launched it at a friend’s bookshop in Hay on a freezing spring night. The windows were filled with my paintings, the first time they’d ever been shown in public. The night went well. Friends arrived, strangers arrive…