Let there be light!

I began my fascination with writers as a boy, particularly during the period when I lived in Borth, on the west coast of mid-Wales. For no reason that I can think of, I found photographs of authors at work thrilling. Invariably in black and white, theirs was a mysterious, magical world – where make believe began. An old desk. Usually a typewriter, but sometimes just paper and an elegant fountain pen. Perhaps a pipe. And in my favourite ones – a panama hat. Continue reading