I grew up with photography. My father was a keen amateur, stuck in a Civil Service office job he never particularly liked. The fridge was constantly stocked with film, and empty 35mm film spools hung suspended by pipe cleaners from the shower rails. Every house we lived in had a darkroom; he taught me to print black and white by the time I was twelve. I can’t remember not taking photographs. So this book has been a long time in the making.