As a younger man I did not go to Oxford, or Cambridge; perhaps someone expected that I would have, or could have, but it was not me; also I think. Most unlikely was it my parents either.
For I was innocently and overwhelmingly happy at Birdsedge County Primary School yet I was incredibly sad, disturbed even, or worse still perhaps at Penistone Grammar School.
Why do I mention Oxford? Well you see I am reading a book Sea Room - An Island Life
I am impressed by the writing; it is of the sort I think I might have learnt, had I gone to Oxford.
I did though go, with my last lover, to the Outer Hebrides, in September 2011. I felt great empathy with the writer Adam Nicholson who was given the Shiant Islands.
Although he was gifted them by his father - an Oxford Man.
