The Dust That Falls From Dreams

Acknowledgements

With thanks to those who read early drafts and gave me good advice which I did not always like; and to my grandfather’s Canadian friends, whose contributions will, I hope, bear fruit in future volumes; and to Ralph McTell, for his friendship, and his peerless guitar playing, and for reassuring me that if you know how many guitars you have, then you don’t have enough, and for letting me have ‘I’m writing with my finger in the dust that falls from dreams’ in return for a simple bribe of a pint in a Great Yarmouth pub.