Gemma: Proud of my Welsh beginnings. From the Flintshire Hills. A unique landscape and a prevailing sense of nostalgia. Loved sea kayaking in my youth. Dad was a fell runner too. I have happy memories outdoors. Where we grow up shapes us so much. Creativity was always encouraged as a kid. Prize winning projects being the order of the day. With mum the driving force. Remember making daft things like mobiles and papier-mâché guitars. Where all the great creatives cut their teeth. Laminating plywood and clay modelling, aided by the rather appropriately named ‘Mr Nut’ who encouraged me to pursue design. Although it was the school of Phillipe and Giovanni that tipped my curiosity over the edge. Today I’m a happy camper. Still loving the wilds and exploring the coast. In the bell tent. With Jack and with Lupin of course. Nature and animal lover. They don’t ask for a lot. Unassuming and generally happy.

Jack: From the Lakes, at the mouth of the Cocker. Had the whole countryside as my back garden. Felt like that at least. A roamer of the land I’d say. Bikes at nine, sandwich on your back. Home at the last light. Crummock was the go to. Felt as much of a daily routine as we had growing up. Can’t beat that Cumbrian rush, everything will be done tomorrow. Tempting to consider a return, although the rhythm of the city keeps us going these days. Yan. Tyan. Tethera. Methera. I remember getting a sheet of plywood for Christmas. Bought a jigsaw too. Only nine. Never had an aim. Just hacking away for fun. Making things with my Grandfather. I guess Malcolm caught the open source bus early doors. A hobbyist at heart. I can still recall the smell of his workshop. Never happier. Eyes closed. Right in the moment. Alive.