Poet PJ Kavanagh
In 2004 the Telegraph commissioned me as a London editorial photographer to travel to Cheltenham to produce a portrait of the delightful poet PJ Kavanagh at his home. After a cup of tea produced by his wife Kate in their farm house kitchen, Patrick suggested that I might like to take a look at his shed. Some how it felt like a gigantic honour. PJK explained to me that it was where he did his writing but, once in, I could see by looking around that this was his man cave and a place of solitude and creation. Patrick instantly came across as an extremely nice chap, very warm hearted and gentle. I sometimes take time with people to relax them before the rather nerve-wracking experience of having a professional camera pointed at you. In this case I felt as though it was the other way round. PJ Kavanagh had invited me into his home and it was me that was being led by his charm. What he did for other people is their business but he left a lasting impression on me. Perhaps that’s legacy.
R.I.P. PJ Kavanagh 6th January 1931 to 26th September 2015
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