House In Daffodil Field

I've experimented a lot with pictures with minimal colours. There's something special about a picture which is mostly black and white, but with a splash of colour. There's a surreal quality.

Daffodil fields are special to me. When I was young I lived on the grounds of Little Aston Hall. The land was divided into small fields, all of which I was allowed to enter. One field was full of daffodils. I wish I'd been able to take photographs. I doubt the field still exists.

The land has been ruined since my youth. When I was growing up, there were only three families who lived on the land. Aston Hall's owner (I've forgotten his name), my father (who was the night watchman) and the owner's chauffeur. The owner was short of money, so the land was divided into three units which were sold separately. Then the units were subdivided. Now the land is full of houses. It's a sin.