About Nick Ward
I was born above a cosy, pungent tobacconist shop in the High Street of a small market town. At the bottom of our garden was a brick built shed with a hidden door into a secret room. Inside were bottles and jars of strange liquids and multi-coloured marbles. It was all pulled down a long time ago, but I still visit it in my mind’s eye, and the atmoshere of that magical shop is a strong influence on my writing and drawing today.
