Well, l was brought up in Cheltenham, where l lived till almost thirty, trained as a carpenter and have two daughters
l moved to Somerset in '80 to start a new life, relying on my own back and nearly ended up on it too!
No, Somerset, The Quantock Hills in particular, are one of my greatest and fondest memories l have in life. The eighteen years l spent there, before the rest of the world decided to use it, working as a builder, mostly on my own and in remote areas, taught me more about life than the thirty spent previously, they only taught me what to avoid
I converted barns, built new houses, swimming pools and landscaping, renovated old property, met with some wonderful times with lovely ladies, had some of the best mates a man could wish for, learnt the hunting of Red Deer, fly fishing, horsemanship, loved a couple of mans best friends, two Border Terriers and they were, had a Sloop in Watchet Harbour, bought my first house and married a lovely lass with her own Arab Stallion and me
, phew, it certainly was a full and rewarding time.
We then moved to Suffolk, work and a complete change in life and style were the attraction for us both, sadly things didn't work out as hoped and after several years we went our separate ways. We never say 'if' cos we did and we still have great feelings for each other and of coarse many fond memories.
Then three years ago, l met my daughter and moved near to her on Shropshire's Long Mynd where l now live. l find life 'under the buzzard', like Somerset, to be my preference and very much enjoy the scenery and photographic challenges here.
'ti's another string to the bow of my life, with which l hope to reach the middle of the target one day, before it all gets too small for my eye to see, eh!