Had i not caught a glimpse of a familiar figure sunbathing on St James beach some years ago, this book would never have been written.
Grace Powell and i had been at school together, braved the rigours of Latin and Maths together, played hockey together, discussed our place in the universe together and then drifted off into it - apart.
We were reunited at that unexpected meeting on the beach, a chance encounter while grace and her family were on their annual holiday visit to Cape Town from their home in Canada. Over the next many years, we reconnected, sharing our lives, and it was on one of these visits that the possibility of this book was raised.
With her characteristic ebullience and enthusiasm, Grace agree to categorise my long and chequered career as a sculpture.
Grace is a remarkable person, both knowledgeable and forthright. She is informed and insightful. methodical and meticulous - and above all, a warm and supportive friend.