24th September 2011
They asked me to recall a time when I felt completely happy. First I thought about my sister, but then I remembered a time when I was taking a train journey with my mother, I must have been about 4 or 5 years old. We were going to the seaside in Wales. It was a long hot Summer and we were passing through miles and miles of sun bathed countryside with cows and sheep and horses. My mother was happy that day. There was no one else in the carriage, it felt unreal. I didn’t want it to end. For me the happiest moments have always been somewhere between departure and arrival, when there’s no set-up to the story, and it doesn’t go anywhere, or really have an ending.