I believe that, like most writers, my personality comes through in the fiction. So in that respect my writing can't be like any other author's really.
Now when I look back to the Guildford of that time, it seems far more exotic to me than Nagasaki.
It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride.