<p>Once upon a time, long, long ago, I was going to be a potter. Seriously: a real potter making pots to sell in my own workshop. A career change from teaching in fact. It never happened. This is the story. At college I trained as an art teacher, where for the first time I was [&hellip;]</p>

<p> Nine or ten years ago I had a defining moment, never forgotten. I was climbing Helvellyn in the Lake District, one of my favourite walks. After the longest, hardest climb of the hike up the shoulder of Birkhouse Moor, I got to Hole-in-the-Wall, feeling strong and fit, and continued to Striding Edge. At the end [&hellip;]</p>