I grew up about ten miles between Exmoor and the beautiful North Devon coast. I led a humble life, though I always knew that I was meant for great things.
I’m currently embarking on the most expensive journey of self-discovery I have ever considered. And no, I’m not travelling the world in a 12-berth yacht with a hot tub on the deck. Nor am I spending 250 bucks a week seeing a therapist who wears a ponytail. I’m actually spending it staring at a computer screen, occasionally looking away once every 16 hours at the empty packets of Pro Plus on the desk.
Deciding to study an entire degree in geography was one of those snap decisions; kind of like the sort you make when your hat falls off the rack a hundred times so you decide to super-glue it to the hook and then you realise you can’t ever use it again. It all began when I was wondering how there could be countries inside Africa because I always thought that Africa was a country. Convinced that the BBC must have got it wrong, I looked it up. When I discovered that there were indeed 52 separate countries in Africa, I threw myself headlong into a degree concluding it the only remedy possible.
Some of the articles are written by my alter-ego, Belinda George. Most of the environment articles were completed without interference of the other Belinda and are reasonably well researched. In fact, she’s surprisingly capable. Though don’t trust anything she says without going out there in an anorak, with a sketch pad and a voice recorder and checking for yourself.
The Clippings of an Autobiography or whatever I called it contains jumbled excerpts of my book- it’s not been published yet because in order to publish an autobiography you have to be famous. It was a slight hitch in my business plan. However, patience is a virtue.
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