I've got a farm in Somerset, and I think it's God's own country. I love it.

Every decently-made object, from a house to a lamp post to a bridge, spoon or egg cup, is not just a piece of 'stuff' but a physical embodiment of human energy, testimony to the magical ability of our species to take raw materials and turn them into things of use, value and beauty.

It's possible to be satisfied with a day's work or a cake, but a life... what is a life but a history of events badly remembered?

Sustainability is now a big baggy sack in which people throw all kinds of old ideas, hot air and dodgy activities in order to be able to greenwash their products and feel good.

I've forgiven all my enemies - even those who have stolen money from me.

I don't want anything that I buy to have done any harm to anyone or anything.

I'm terribly fastidious. I like symmetry and neatness, but my house is as chaotic as any other family's.