An ancient Celtic settlement, Wigan stands on the River Douglas with its face to the Pennine foothills, 8 miles south-west of Bolton and 20 miles from the South Lancashire coast. Described in 1698 as 'a pretty market town built of stone and brick', Wigan was radically transformed by the first and second industrial revolutions and, for a century or more, cotton was king. While it is well-known for its pies, its mint balls, its cup-winning rugby and soccer teams, its icons of music, stage and screen, and its thick jam butties, Wigan is even more famous for its semi-mythical pier. But after 2,000 years of constant change, there is much more of interest and even of timeless, sylvan beauty in this old town and its surrounding villages.
John Sharrock Taylor's life began in Wigan, Lancashire, England, in 1946, and what with one thing and another it still goes on to the present day. After a career as a headmaster in England, Latin America, Africa and Asia, he now lives with his wife Val and their dogs Boris (big and soppy) and Biggles (small and hyperactive) in an ancient cortijo in the hills of Andalucia, where the wine is abundant and the neighbours are hospitable. A former cathedral soloist, his choral group has recently sung a fifteenth-century requiem for King Richard III. John owns a cannon, likes olives, boats, history and beer, and dislikes potatoes, flamenco and unfermented fruit. To find out more, please visit www.johnsharrocktaylor.webs.com