Laurie Lee

What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.

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

I have been sitting watching that ever since I came back, the continuous variations of light and shadow.

There's never been anything I didn't love that I didn't connect with on a personal level because, to some degree, I projected upon it.

I laugh at absurdity hardest, then stories, then observations, then bearded men on roller skates.

I am a big one for subtlety and empathy. My dad was softly spoken and didn't carry his honours and accomplishments for everyone to see.