Growing up in a coastal village in Cornwall the beaches obviously became a favourite playground. When the tide ebbs and ribbons of rock glisten with fresh sea water, seaweed, shell fish and rock pools the adventure of looking, searching, getting wet and clambering slowly transform over the year into a knowledge of not what lives…
The Sea
The child in the man
2010
We concentrate too much on time passing.
A Brief History Of Lies
This book started as an idea in December 2008. I thought at the time it would be a popularist book and that someone must have written something like it, but when I researched I found a lot of books on lies in particular areas and a few seriously academic books but nothing light-hearted, easy read…
Connections
Words pander to the literate. In doing this weblog I do not want it to become a kind of psychoanalysis, something to which I am not much given. Many years ago my mother told me that Ted Hughes used words as a form of therapy for some darkness within him. The reason why he is…
And then there was me…
I could say this is all new to me but words are my life and no place where words flow could ever be alien to me. It is more strange to be setting up a weblog that is principally about my work. Advertising has never been my forte but here it is, and here I…