“YOU MIGHT SAY that all of this is my very own reading of Swift As The Wind or perhaps the pre-lapasarian worlds which Dylan Thomas inhabited – an attempt to convey what may or may not have once been seen by myself with the complete eye of innocence. Born late 1957, it’s a picture of a child’s world, maybe – that of the Post-War Baby, still so – even in the early 1960’s, with a mix of lingering austerity painlessly clashing with the bright optimism in the (still!) post-war air… it is the giant world of imagination, armed with a handful of books – glimpsed within the nascent spiritual world of the child).” (Martyn Bates)