I trained as a photographer, mainly studio/commercial and catalogue, with some travel and fashion thrown in for good measure. I spent seventeen years working in that crazy profession, ending up with a small studio in Brentford, West London.
Debs, myself and our four-year-old son, Blake, left the city and moved to the seaside at Weston super Mare back in 1994, where we’ve mostly lived since. I got a part-time job pulling pints at our local, which kept me busy for a few years. It was 2004, a full ten years later and now with our second son Craig along for the ride, that we departed on our little adventure, as detailed in The Backward Ark.
Always an avid reader, I started writing for fun a couple of years before setting out to write my account of our Atlantic crossing. I won the April round of the BBC Short Story Writer of the Year Award just before leaving for Trinidad, which was nice. It was a story set on a yacht, funnily enough.
We’re quite settled these days, with two allotment plots and a small sailing boat to keep us off the streets. Having completed Meddlers, my debut novel, I’m now exploring a new career path telling some very tall stories.