John Paul Bernett
As a boy I was quite poor so I didn't have a lot of toys, but I lived next door to a large field that lead to a mine with slag heaps that to a small boy seemed like mountains. Behind the slag heaps was a canyon with large rocks and caves. A bit further down the path was Middleton woods. I spent my days playing, climbing, caving and rambling in the woods. My imagination would run wild. On the slag heaps I was a mountaineer, In the canyon I was a cowboy, In the caves I was journeying to the centre of the earth and in the woods I was Robin Hood. In answer to the question What's the best thing about being a writer. I'm still doing the same thing.