My second life – the one I have lived for the past 40 years – has been as an artist.
It is a life I did not imagine as a child growing up in Oxford, although my mother was an artist of some note, painting landscapes and flower studies.
Although my early artistic efforts displayed some aptitude, they were greeted by her with a gruff ‘I should think I’m the artist in the family!’
My first life, starting 70 years ago, was totally different…
My father, an academic, had had a brief early career as an actor, which may have inspired my parents to decide I should
