I was born in Somerset, but spent most of my life in West Yorkshire.
In late 2004, my American wife and I decided to move to Norfolk. We married in 1976.
After an injury, my father became an unemployed gardener for Eleven years, until younger men were taken into the armed forces. Most of that time, we lived in poverty, in a small hamlet a mile away from all the villages.
A nervous breakdown kept me off school a year, after which I passed a scholarship for the Grammar School. Later, further problems made me leave without any qualifications to go to agriculture and regain my health. I spent twenty-five years in farming and twenty-five in private gardening.
I always loved nature, especially birds, and still do.
My hobby of oil painting landscapes resulted in a reasonable number of sales. Writing rhyming poetry and small non-fiction booklets was also successful, and now I am testing my luck with the longer stories.
‘The Boy From Harker’s Bridge’ could be said to be my life up to having to drop education; the later part might be my dreams of what might have been.