It’s a small farm, cut off from London and hidden away in Norfolk. The countryside there is green, the landscape is flat and the family is perfectly imperfect. A family of border collies bound through fields, free from restriction. Life is slow and the weather is the conductor. It’s a seasonal rather than analogue clock. You feel the world spin and tilt.

It makes me feel small and it makes me feel tall.

Where I’m from is so important to who I am today. We all have our own origin stories. We all started - or started again - from somewhere.

These are the stories I love to hear and the stories I love to tell. Where did it all begin?

After all, we all live in the ripples of past moments.