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Plants talking ... ridiculous ... but there you have the radio magic of Don Haworth.

No matter who or what are his characters, it's Don's insight into human nature - his compassion and his humour - which move one as a listener. His skill, both as a writer and a film-maker, is witnessed by his many awards, and yet he remains a little-known figure in the world of letters and the media; his low profile perhaps assiduously maintained to keep a beady eye on the rest of us.

I've tried here to raise the profile of this quiet, modest and immensely likeable man; one of the most professional and varied of modern British writers.

But now we do, I think, have a clue ... Don Haworth has published his autobiography, Figures in a Bygone Landscape. All we need to know about him, perhaps ... well, all we need to know about him from birth in 1924 to - wait for it - 1931. A mere seven years.

It was a good time to be a child. Those are the closing words to what I must call a classic of childhood reminiscence.

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