‘I’m a poet, songwriter, birder and flyer, with a head full of unicorns but feet on the ground. My childhood was bluebell springs and blackberry autumns. Mum created, dug, and scrubbed things, Nan baked, mended and fussed. Dad arm-chaired, and read to us - Wordsworth, Keats, Shakespeare and The Morning Star - and sang opera. We went on a dawn walk, once, to see hares, and planets. With my brothers, and others, I played cricket on the golf course, and made snowballs and ate apple fritters. Then one day we all grew up. I taught, married, enabled, volunteered, performed, knitted. I discovered, and moved to, Stony Stratford. Life is rich, full, with even more words, too much wool, and never enough time for friends, or flies. And unicorns…..’
