The quiet greenwoods and hamlets of the Chiltern Hills,
provided all my childhood education and my thrills.
My father’s workshop was my playground,
His whurring spinning lathe my favourit sound.
Using my brains, my hands and head
I began making wooden things, to provde me with bread,
There were gypsy flowers and good windsor chairs,
Also dibbers and spoons and candlesticks made in their pairs
My work has straddled the down-to-earth traditional,
from chair bodging and bowls to the artistic original,
I have studied, I have filmed, and lectured world wide
With demonstrations from Beverly Hills to the Clyde.