Reflections of a working writer and reader
No true account can be given of how or why you became a writer, nor is there any moment of which you can say: This is when I became a writer. It all gets cobbled together later, more or less sincerely, and after the stories have been repeated they put on the badge of memory and block all other routes of exploration. There's something to be said for this. It's efficient, and may even provide a homeopathic tincture of the truth. Tobias Wolff
Mark Swinton is Assistant Organist at Bath Abbey. Today he was in York to play four short pieces at York Minster.
One of the pieces, Swinton’s Cantus – Prelude on a Somerset folk tune, was by my friend, Bryan Boulter.
A short interlude of colour and light in an otherwise rainy and grey day in the heart of Yorkshire.
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I was at this recital in York Minster, too. Bryan Boulter’s piece really took me by the ears. A wonderful moment!
jb says: That’s really unfair, Jeremy. Now I’ve got to put a face to a name.