After school in north Wales I went to art college in Manchester and was in a folk group with a civil engineer called John Tomlinson (who's now received a knighthood for his services to opera). He started having singing lessons and I thought I wouldn't mind having some lessons too. I'd been quite a good boy soprano, but had thought that would be it when my voice broke.

I went to a marvellous chap called Gwilym Gwalchmai. I managed to get a scholarship which didn't provide me with any money, but did give me lots of free lessons. In the end he asked if I wanted to sing professionally or just be a good amateur.

The only career I could see after art school was to become an art teacher and that was a horrible idea so I said 'I'll do this properly' - I didn't have a clue what I was doing! But that's what I've done ever since.

I've only had one audition for a job in 30 years - and that was to join the chorus of the Welsh National Opera. So I came down to Cardiff and loved it and have been here ever since. I never saw the point of moving, even though some said I should be based in London. Our children have gone through the Welsh education system and it's been great.

It's nice to be settling down now and singing what they call the 'buffo baritone roles' - an Italian saying for the character comedy roles. They're challenging, but great fun."

I was born in Conwy as my father, Meurig Roberts, was a minister in Gyffin and in the English Presbyterian Church in Llandudno Junction. He was from Rhoshirwaun, just outside Aberdaron, and we used to go on holiday there every summer to stay with Anti Gini who lived in Ty Capel.

We went over to Bardsey Island a few times with my dad and I remember sitting in the farmhouse while he had a drink - he was very keen on buttermilk, which I thought was the most horrendous poison.

We lived in Conwy until I was about two. I remember very little of that time, but we used to go back there a lot and one of my dad's friends ran a big coalyard right underneath the castle. I was fascinated because I always thought they were digging the coal from underneath the castle!

We then moved briefly to Liverpool, then to Bangor where dad was the minister of Tabernacl on Garth Road. I think it's been converted into apartments now. I used to love Bangor. We lived at Pen y Geulan, Upper Garth Road. What's weird is that another WNO singer, Philip Lloyd Evans, was brought up in that house. I remember meeting him some time ago and we were talking about coming from Bangor, and it got closer and closer until we realised we'd lived in the same house.

The view from there across to Bangor Mountain and the whole sweep of Eryri was amazing. Snowdon was right in front of us and on a clear day you could see the smoke of the train as it climbed the mountain.

I also have very fond memories of Roman Camp. If there was any snow my brother and I had to be the ones to get the first sledge tracks, but the son of Sam Jones, head of the BBC at that time, lived over the other side of the Camp and would try to get there first!"

"Next we moved to Cemaes where I went to a primary school with a head teacher called Cecil Jones, who ran the Cemaes Children's Choir, which was very famous in its day. I went to Ysgol Syr Thomas Jones secondary school in Amlwch. Everyone from the local community went there because it was the only school in the area, so there was a perfect mix of all sorts of people - children of professionals, farmers, and other folk.

The big guys on the music scene then were the Anglesey Strangers, they were quite famous in their time and my mate Gordon Humphreys was one of them.

We had a good art teacher at Amlwch, J O Hughes, who really put me on the path of going to art college. I left in my sixth form because we moved to Llangollen but Moira Mure, my art teacher there, was great too. Llangollen was where I met my wife Angharad - she was head girl and I was head boy.