Nearly two years ago, I sold my house with no idea where I wanted to go, just knowing that for this last part of my life I wanted to try something new.

I had lived all my adult life in wild places, where I could walk up onto hills, down into woods, along open shores or across fields to neighbouring villages.

But I grew up in London, and in an unexpected turn of events I have returned to my roots.

On my travels, I often head North, to places like Iceland, the Faroes and the Lofoten islands, and in recent years I’ve taken to overwintering, like a bird of passage, in the Northern Isles.

Though I’ve recently discovered the joy of winter sunshine, so it’s South before Christmas and North in the New Year.

But the best adventures are in dreams, where anything can happen and the normal rules don’t apply, and I’ve been a creative dreamer all my adult life.

Out of the dreaming came the writing, and out of the writing, the workshops.

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