I suppose I have inherited a desire to write from my father and his sister, my aunt.  My aunt was awell known historian who wrote a number of books.  In 1984 she wrote her memeoirs for publishing, but the publisher lost a chapter and at 84 she lost heart.  It was not until the archivist at Girton College, Cambridge that it was possible to publish her autobiography which I edited plus writing the epilogue & editorial notes.  Before this I tried my hand at writing poetry,but nothing published.

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As I look out of the window I am struck by the sunset on the sea. The sea is calm and the sun is reflected off the water. As I watch there appears a roadway of light leading to – where? The future, the past, or maybe this is the roadway to infinity; life beyond this?