 This is the house where I was born and where I spent the first few years of my life. The mountainous landscapes that surrounded me from an early age became forever burned into my heart. I was born and
brought up near Santon Bridge in the Eskdale area of the
English Lake District, a most scenic part of England. I was
privileged to be born into some of the most beautiful countryside that England
has to offer. I spent my very early years playing around animals and wildlife
that to this day has remained extremely special to me. With my grandparents
having been farmers there were always plenty of animals both working and pets
around me. Perhaps one of my most vivid recollections is being taken across the
nearby field close to London Head – the house where I was born - with my
grandfather and some of his friends who were shooting rabbits. This was not done
for sport, it was done for food but this was not an experience I enjoyed at all.
I suppose I would have been about 5 years old when it was decided we would move
to Southport. My grandfather had died and my grandmother had decided that the
house was now too big for her and my mother (who was now divorced). My
grandmother went to live with one of my aunts who lived about ten milers away in
Gosforth. We moved to Southport to live as it was close to where my father’s
mother lived.
Once we had settled in Southport I initially attended
Farnborough Road Infants school and then The artist aged 18 months old! went on to attend Christchurch
Secondary Modern School. While at school in my free time I often used to sit
doodling aircraft inspired by illustrations in various comic books like the
Eagle ironically enough. Although Southport is a coastal holiday resort in
Lancashire, all my school holidays were spent with my Grandmother and Aunt in
the Lake District.
At school my strongest subjects were art – naturally – and
technical drawing which ultimately led me to studying towards a Higher National
Diploma in Mechanical Engineering at the age of 22. My art teacher at
Christchurch Secondary School was singularly unenthusiastic, sticking rigidly to
the syllabus and never once encouraging any of his pupils to try and expand and
develop any embryonic talents they may have had. I myself found him very
uninspiring and whatever efforts were made were never rewarded with any
criticism constructive or otherwise. Frustratingly I received no feedback at all
about my efforts from anywhere until I unknowingly met a local artist by the
name of Walkden
Fisher.
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