Cirrus@Austlit

'I worked as part of an ever-changing small team of lighthouse keepers in 1973, on three uninhabited islands off the West Coast of Scotland. I was twenty years old. I spent a lot of time sitting on rocks in the Atlantic. It was on chore rocks — some of them quite large islands the size of Uluru, others thin strips of lava chords in the Outer Hebrides — that I constructed some kind of worldview. It was neither utopian nor dystopian. Neither north nor south, Old World or New World. just global and local. Full of sentient beings. Let's work together... every boy girl woman and man,' as the Canned Heat lyrics of the day urged. ' (Introduction)