‘I began to dream of secret swimming holes and a journey of discovery….’ Roger Deakin, ten years on.

In about 1997, I was sharing a bottle of wine with my good friend and neighbour Roger Deakin in the garden of Walnut Tree Farm, his house in the Waveney Valley. Although his life was going through a period of restlessness and change, Roger was in good form. He was going to write a book, …