I Will Write Another Book If I

Animals Are Unpredictable Things, And So Our Life Is Unpredictable. It's A Long Tale Of Little Triumphs And Disasters And You've Got To Really Like It To Stick It.

I Am Never At My Best In The Early Morning, Especially A Cold Morning In The Yorkshire Spring With A Piercing March Wind Sweeping Down From The Fells, Finding Its Way Inside My Clothing, Nipping At My Nose And Ears.

I Seem To Have Spent A Good Part Of My Life - Probably Too Much – In Just Standing And Staring.

I Have Felt Cats Rubbing Their Faces Against Mine And Touching My Cheek With Claws Carefully Sheathed. These Things, To Me, Are Expressions Of Love.

I Became A Connoisseur Of That Nasty Thud A Manuscript Makes When It Comes Through The Letter Box.