First came to Diss in 1963 when filming a series about English market towns for BBC, which soon became one of his favourite places.
Diss inspired his well-known poem A Mind’s Journey to Diss
Yes, it will be bliss
To go with you by train to Diss,
Your walking shoes upon your feet;
We’ll meet, my sweet, at Liverpool Street.
That levellers we may be reckoned
Perhaps we’d better travel second;
Or, lest reporters on us burst,
Perhaps we’d better travel first.
Above the chimney-pots we’ll go
Through Stepney, Stratford-atte-Bow
And out to where the Essex marsh
Is filled with houses new and harsh
Till, Witham pass’d, the landscape yields
On left and right to widening fields,
Flint church-towers sparkling in the light,
Black beams and weather-boarding white,
Cricket-bat willows silvery green
And elmy hills with brooks between,
Maltings and saltings, stack and quay
And, somewhere near, the grey North Sea;
Then further gentle undulations
With lonelier and less frequent stations,
Till in the dimmest place of all
The train slows down into a crawlmi
And stops in silence…..Where is this?
Dear Mary Wilson, this is Diss.