When I was a kid, just after the war (WW2, not the Boer War), when Dad was demobbed from the RAF, we moved here and there and everywhere. From Lancashire to Scotland and then back to Lancashire again. Then I went to Yorkshire as a student and just a few years later, to London. Finally, in 1976 we moved to Sussex, to the house in which we live now - built new when we bought it. And we decided never to move again if we could help it.

Though I've been back to areas where I used to live, out of curiosity - and though I've travelled all over the place (particularly France) - my home has been here in Sussex for nearly 40 years. We have the wonderful South Downs, the sea, easy access to London and to Europe via Le Shuttle. I can drive through the Channel Tunnel to Bruges or Le Touquet for a good wander round and a pleasant lunch, and be back home for supper - bringing back a carload of excellent Belgian beers...

If I have to die, then it has to be here, down in Sussex-By-The-Sea, where I've been surrounded by all my wonderful musician friends and my family.