I was born very young at Penrith Maternity Hospital early hours of September 27th 1969, my mother had been scrubbing stone
steps that evening.
My childhood was eventful. Born with restricted hips, I was placed in a
plaster cast, my parents were told I would never run and I'd always
walk with a limp, being Godly people they put me in the cast but prayed
all the same.
>at this point I'll break continuity and say I don't walk with limp
and have been known to run long distance cross country and fell
Home was Kirkby Thore Hall, a 14th Century manor house, and associated
farm, not huge mark you, but a large and rambling five bedroom farm
house, with some historic architectural oddities Constructed from stone
lifted from the Roman Viscus that is fort of Roman encampment known as
It was during those first few months that my hips just came right and
I've been fine ever since until I feel off a roof but I'm getting ahead
of myself - again
When you tell people you grew up in a house that's heading on for 700
years old, after a few drinks in the pub, you get talking about such
things, they ask "oooh was it haunted?" well yes it was...