“I would suggest that every life is different, unique and, therefore, has an
importance. I began to realise, as I wrote, that I was building up not only a picture
of people that belonged to me, but a description of a particular place at a
particular time, that will never be repeated.
This may not be a historical document but it has, I hope, a validity. When young,
one thinks that all things will remain, but a return only convinces one of the
truth – everything changes.
This is an ongoing story. My desire is to write the whole of my life as I remember it.
The problem is that I am living faster than I can write and can never hope to finish
it. This isn’t important. To have travelled is important.
My name was formerly Victor Oliver. When I arrived in St Ives in 1959 to take up the
career of an artist I took my mother’s maiden name Bramley.”