Describe your most memorable vacation.

1993 was a year that was crucial in forming my sense of futures and pasts.

9 years old, my dad had become a teacher, an historic unprecedented feat in family history.

We now had a car and my parents decided that they no longer wanted to go to my grandparents’ caravan in an area of the English coast now associated with bleakness (The Lincolnshire coast).

For the first time ever my parents said we were going to a place I’d never heard of: Cornwall.

After throwing up after a 7 hour drive, I recovered to find my 9 year old self in paradise.

Like my first experience of seeing dinosaur bones in a museum I felt like what I was experiencing was both unreal and the preserve of important, TV people.

The beach at Perranporth was like a fever dream where I’d suddenly taken the place of somebody in a film. I didn’t realise cliffs could look so dramatic and the sea could be so blue in England.

The week before I’d just seen the film Jurassic Park. I was a vessel for the euphoric pop music on the radio stations. All of this added to what I look at with so much life, and concern about why I have been able to replicate such good vibrations as an independent adult.