To prove how dedicated I am, this week I am writing from my holiday! For the last three years we have visited Corfu in the Summer. We first came to visit a friend who had left the London antique trade as a runner to fulfil his dream of becoming an artist on the Island. Which he did successfully. While I am conjuring up my next lighting designs in the Sun, my dreams of moving to Corfu one day quickly follow.
When you first arrive the intense heat permeates the air letting you know you have arrived in a foreign land. This is the island where my daughter Eliza and I jump off ten metre rocks into the sea below. Where my son learnt to swim. The island I dream that Charlotte and I will possibly retire to.