14th March 2020. In the early morning I drank tea on the sofa while watching James Fox Age of the Image. It led me to think how much the world has changed since I was a child in the fifties. I can recall watching the coronation of Queen Elizabeth II in a neighbour’s house, on a tiny television bought especially for the occasion. Not long afterwards we emigrated to Australia. After four weeks on a ship we disembarked into an alien landscape. For me, a child from rural middle England, this was the shock of the new. These days there is no place in the world we cannot see from the comfort of our living rooms. But the image is not the thing itself, lacking as it does, the sounds and smells of the real world.