The late 1960's were a great time to tear up and down the village High Street in my metallic blue E-Type Jag pedal car. I would race past my father's sweet shop, The Chocolate Box, with it's yellow plastic roller blind pulled half-way down to stop all the colours on the toys and magazines from fading in the afternoon sunlight. With pedals a blur, and my head down for less wind resistance, dogs and their owners would lurch out of the way as I rattled past in the direction of the Spar shop on the corner. I'd happily spend hours behind the wheel not thinking about anything other than what was for dinner a bit later on.

The future looked bright from behind the steering wheel and who would have thought that 50 odd years later I'd still have that childhood sensibility, or should I say puerility.

I'm delighted to say that my inner child pops out more often than not these days and likes nothing more than creating a new painting, a collage, or taking an arty photo. He hopes you like them too.