CARAVAGGIO, BACH, ANSEL ADAMS, Tolkien, Avedon, Rostropovich. I love art. I need art in my life. I am enormously grateful that art, in the form of photography, entered my life more than 70 years ago and never went away.

Photography has taken me places I could otherwise only have dreamed: Stone Age passage tombs in Ireland’s Boyne Valley, Maya ruins in the Yucatan, Buddhist temples in the Far East, soaring medieval cathedrals in Europe.

In the 1970s and 1980s I spent 15 extraordinary years photographing BMX and freestyle events around the world.

In 1985 I rented Stonehenge for 24 hours. It ended up being so foggy I didn’t get a single good picture. Five-thousand-year-old religious magical megalithic art — massive, imperative,