I've started a new page on my website for pen portraits of people in different walks of life. The first one is my father, actor James Hayter, pictured here in The Crimson Pirate.
I recently spent several days in Berlin escorting a school group, and will be writing a small piece about this soon. In the meantime, I was prompted to put a suggested list of Holocaust reading on my Favourites page.
After the bright warm weather we were blessed with last week, I'm finding the autumn days quite soothing, with their soft grey pearly skies and muted temperature. Feeling quite wrapped up in thought this morning, I was diverted by the sight of beech and oak leaves falling in the wind from the long avenue of trees near Bore Place. Comforting to be reminded that whatever our small daily worries, the world carries on turning in its seasons, regardless. It recalled to me a favourite quote which I always find quite grounding, from An Autobiography and Other Essays by the historian GM Trevelyan: Once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing after another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone like ghosts at cockcrow.
Lifelong bookworm, love writing too. Have been a theatrical agent and reflexologist among other things, attitude to life summed up by Walt Whitman's MIRACLES.