Today I have just been re-reading the essay by John Berger called ‘Field’. It is something I have never forgotten from the time I first read it. What really impressed me then, and still does now, is the way in which he pins down a fleeting experience with such patience and exactitude: analytical, but also really moving. It ends with the sentence: “The field that you are standing before appears to have the same proportions as your own life.” I know that feeling. Also in this new Penguin collection is ‘The White Bird’, another memorable essay that seemed to capture something of the primal power of art. I wonder what he is up to now?