I was born and raised in a mining town in the north-east of England. My father died when I was five, after which my mother, brother and I lived with my grandparents. My grandfather was still a working miner. My grandmother liked to cook a lot, in the small kitchen that had the only running water in the house. There was no door to the kitchen, but only a bead-curtain. This piece is an homage to that life, and to the shadows cast by memory.