For those of you who want hard facts, I offer the following:
I spent part of my childhood in a Basque village Called Castlenaumon in France. From pictures of the time I can relate with some confidence that I was a skinny tanned kid with a penchant for baby chickens and kites.
Now, as my parents were compelled to dive once more into British middleclass society, I live, rather begrudgingly, on Richmond Hill. Some of you will be pleased to know that I still retain a soft spot for small feathered creatures.
