For as long as I can remember, I have been a collector of things. I come home with pockets full of pebbles, shells and beer bottles. I have flowers and leaves pressed between pages of books, and scrapbooks full of tickets, cards and photographs. I love to buy postcards of places I’ve been.
Every year, as a family, we went on holiday to Greece. Every year, I bought a little porcelin house as a souvenir. They line up in my childhood bedroom: fifteen years of different islands and happy memories.