Growing up in the countryside, I would spend all weekend in the woods – having a decent stick was enough to fill an entire day. I was a quiet child and, according to Mum, very good at being by myself. If we ever did anything wrong we would be sent to our rooms. It was the ultimate punishment for my brother to be by himself. Whereas I’d think: “Yes! I get to just sit in my room alone for hours.” In the end Mum would end up knocking on the door, saying: “You can come out now, if you like?” I was in my happy place when it was just me and my imagination.