THE VERY FIRST THING THAT I REMEMBER is seeing a snail on a gatepost when my father Hugh and my mother Joan lived in Croxley Green in Hertfordshire. I doubt if I was even three years old; it would have been around 1947. Obviously I couldn’t foresee that 20 years later in 1967 the pop star Donovan would write a song, “There Is A Mountain”, whose lyric referenced a snail on a gatepost! But it seems very serendipitous in retrospect that I grew up to have a career as a lyricist.
MINE WAS A SUN-DAPPLED CHILDHOOD WITH MY TWO YOUNGER BROTHERS JONATHAN (JO) AND ANDREW. We weren’t incredibly wealthy, but we had a very nice middle-class upbringing.
