My earliest memory is being in an empty reservoir with my father when I was three. It was a hot summer afternoon and the grass was bleached and golden. He’d just started an allotment and I toddled off while they were picking blackberries. People were petrified. I remember thinking, “Why are they looking so anxious?”
My childhood was incredibly happy. We didn’t go anywhere as there was no ready cash – my mother and father were actors – but it was full of love and interest. It was a mix of very Victorian and bohemian. It was strict. They taught us manners, principles and values, but in a broad-minded way. And what I definitely got from my parents was how important it is to share stories.
