I was born in the mid 1960s in Somerset to a wonderfully optimistic and very young, hippy couple who were both artists and dreamed of living the good life. My mother wove fabric to make our clothes. My father was a potter and made all our cups and bowls and plates. We didn’t have any money but we ate off pretty plates and my clothes were unusual to say the least.

When I five years old, we moved to a small fishing village in Essex and my memories of childhood are of shingle beaches and mudflats, grey-green heather colouri ... Learn more