I grew up in North Wales at the end of a long lane, overlooking the Menai Straits, listening to church bells on clear mornings and the wind and the sea on stormy nights. With two brothers.

I picked up guitar, running and music composition against the grain of what school asked of me, perhaps not by coincidence, and they stay with me. Composing music, playing guitar, making amateur comedy took precedent over lessons. Other sports, football and windsurfing were important. Few, good companions has always been my way.

Averse to learning in restrictive structures and doing what I'm told.

Briefly trained as a guitarist, became instead a composer of music for media and had the most fun writing for absurd fringe comedy in London. For the last five years I have run a neglected country estate in difficult circumstances, often alongside attempting to be a composer. That was, in hindsight, wishful.

Here now. Drinking coffee, listening to music.