I’ll admit I don’t normally enjoy having my picture taken, but being in this book, in which portraits and  literary extracts sit side by side,  has been a pleasure.

It began with a morning spent in the garden talking with Barry Peterson about books and ideas whilst leaning against various trees. This followed by an eventing spent choosing a maximum of 150 words to represent myself with: a throughly entertaining exercise. And now,  gorgeous pictures taken the old-fashioned, physical way, gathered together in a book that’s expertly designed and made. Excellent company, and a reading coming up.