i have a strong connection with mousehole. my mum took us there on holidays when we were kids. we stayed in guillemot cottage, cherry garden street in mousehole. guillemot cottage was owned by a st. ives artist. it was decorated with his modern art. i bought a mug from bill & biddy’s pottery shop and drank ovaltine for the first time. i mostly spent my allowance on bags of licorice alsorts, 4p mars bars and agatha christie paperbacks from the local stationers. we saw theatre at the minack, an open air stage carved from the cliffs near porthcurno. i met my earth parents - pete and irma smith - who lived in the cottage beside us. pete and irma were originally from chesire, but in the 60s boarded a vw van and ended up in mousehole. it wasn’t quite that smooth, but that’s how i like to picture it. pete was a plumber by trade, but he turned his hand to make stunning stainless steel and ebony jewellery. irma was a scientist by trade but turned her hand to raise reyna and be a full time fisherman’s-smock-goddess. she called me moon-child. they took me to ancient sites and circles and filled my imagination with the iron and bronze ages.