I have a peculiar obsession with palm trees. It started when I was at art college, where it seemed everyone collected something. I chose Victorian hand-coloured postcards featuring views of palm trees in glamorous holiday destinations: the South of France, Egypt, Tunisia, Africa, California, Rio. I discovered them on market stalls, at collectors’ fairs, in junk shops and charity shops. Over the years, other items of ephemera presented themselves: badges, restaurant ashtrays, orange wrappers, matchboxes, even jigsaws. And now I have a book to add to my collection.