I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

We were living in the Slad Road when my father left us. I was about three.

In London, Man is the most secret animal on earth.

For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay behind and love.

I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

It was a world that I wanted to record because it was such a miracle visitation to me.