I grew up with wonderful stories and lived them too in my own imagination, a magical place to be. As a child, I went to a co-ed boarding school in the heart of Surrey in England. Fortunate enough to be surrounded by stunning people, architecture and the miracle of nature in all its splendour. It was a perfect place for a dreamer. Never drawn towards academia, my heart was torn between music, art and sport and, after 65 years of loving life, nothing has changed. I moved from London in the late 70s to live in Scotland and met my lovely wife Barbi who continues to inspire, encourage and, on occasion, even write with me. Our wonderfully supportive family has grown out of their playsuits and into their own families way too fast. However, it must be said that my greatest critic is our grandson Gus. If he gives the thumbs up to a story, then you WILL be the first to hear about it or I'm sleeping in that tree-house again. I don't mind really, largely because it's a great place to be left in peace and quiet to slip back into my own childhood dream and write another story just for you.
