What an unexpected collision of two bits of me this morning, 11 July 2018, our first morning in England for six weeks, to find two complete journals just arrived, one 24 pages, one 32 pages, and not a single word in either not written by me… and yet they couldn’t have come from more disparate corners of the universe. Will I ever find my pigeon-hole?
Well now it is time to get that focus onto Walter Segal.
Did I really take this photograph of him 44 years ago? I guess so.