I was born into a family of farmers and in my early years lived on the family farm with my brother and four cousins. It was idyllic. When I was seven me and my brother had to leave the farm, and so began a difficult year. When I was eight years old my grandad bought a holiday camp set on a clifftop in Devon which my Dad & Step-Mum went on to run for 30 years. The camp was special to me, not just because it was a magical place to grow up, but because it came after a difficult year. It became so important to me in more ways than one - not only did it have a magical setting, which made it the most exciting place a child could be, but more than that it contained people who gave the place its heart and soul. When the Camp finally closed in 2007 it felt important to record not only the history and memories of the camp but also to convey the feelings I had of the place.