this sceptred isle . . . set in the silver sea . . .
06 May 2009
Wild flowers and woodland
Iaccompanied William walking Solo across the fields, that is on public footpaths around the fields, this morning. In the nearly three weeks I've been here many of the trees have come into leaf and the early spring flowers are dying off.
There are many well known (even famous?) Alan Richardsons (academics,sportsmen, musicians, churchmen, businessmen); I am not one of those. I would describe myself at the moment as a once-upon-a-time hand brick maker, if I were what I do, however I am not what I do, think, say, write, read, paint, draw, play-act; I am not genes, nature or nurture. And I won't know who I am by defining what I am NOT. I am memory. Who do you say that I am?
Born: Oxford, England.
Raised: Kelvedon, Essex.
Emigrated: 1974 to USA.
Married: 1985 no children.
What else would you like to know?
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