I was born in North Yorkshire, England. I’ve been almost everywhere but haven’t seen anywhere as stark, as beautiful and as starkly beautiful as parts of that county. It’s a place with bones and the bones poke through. I don’t just mean the geography, I mean the people, too. The people of the Dales are as hard as nails. But they’re at the same time as soft as butter. They can treat their families like strangers and cry like a baby when their sheepdog dies. The environment shapes the people and it shaped me. For the worse as much as for the better, but here I am.