Sipping tea, as the war clouds gather

Lucy Irvine — Mon, 23 Sep 2002 12:00:00 GMT

Even on a small, distant island, gazing at the ocean, Lucy Irvine feels power and arrogance in the air. A writers' petition must be drafted, and signatures gathered

I've been insular since leaving home aged 12. I started living on small islands in my twenties. I lived on one uninhabited dot for 400 days - resulting in my first book, Castaway. Surviving near-starvation, I discovered a passion for mere existence. Western civilisation seemed over-complex after this, and I bolted to an island in a sea of trees. There, I produced sons - Magnus, Joe and Benji - and [...]

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Sipping tea, as the war clouds gather