Since I bounce my creative tendencies from photos to poems and poems to photos, there must be a middle point and so I’ve made it here:
My background is in mental health and therapy, with a leaning towards Freud and the philosophically existential. The backdrop to all this had been, for many years, Central London. In 2019 I moved Northwards, seeking a more rural lifestyle and by necessity a more solitary one, as in October 2018, Martin died suddenly.
I’m fortunate to have a loving family and some very supportive friends. I also own an imaginary dog called ‘walkies’ which gets me out and about to exercise mind and body, in most weathers. Sometimes I have my camera with me, and sometimes the beginnings of a poem begins with these few steps.