You wouldn’t necessarily imagine that where I’m from is particularly exotic. Penzance, the last town in England before Lands End, on the finger of rock that is West Cornwall. Just a few miles from St Ives and the fishing village of Mousehole, both now full of tastefully decorated seaside holiday homes, you’d imagine it perhaps to be cosy and Doc Martin-ish. But the area has had layers and layers of different folk washed up there over the years, from the artists of the Newlyn School and later St Ives to acid casualties and hippies drawn by lay-lines and cheap seaside rents. The result was that the homes I remember were very bohemian, with lots of influences from trips to India and perhaps a few years spent at art school.

No longer my own style, but I still have great affection for places where bean bags rule, rugs double as wallpaper and home is where ever you lean your Bob Dylan album cover against the mantlepiece. It’s not currently fashionable, but I have just found a blog that celebrates exactly this look. Moon to Moon is full of rooms painted with crazy pigment, cluttered shelves, religious icons, long-suffering pot plants and kitchen counters you wouldn’t want to eat your dinner off. Lovely to escape to for half an hour or so, while you’re curled up on your clean John Lewis sofa. Recommended.