I must say, a couple of years before that, I’d actually – in one of my sober moments – not alcoholically, but… emotionally. I’d realised what an idiot I’d been in resigning.
In 1968 I was married and living in Brighton, working as a house painter.
In 1978 I left my wife, got ordained, and moved into the Aryatara community in Purley (not in that order).
In 1988 I was in India as an Anagarika [in robes], where I had been since 1981. I spent most...