We're still in Essex, and after some digging around through many embarrassing photo albums (as you do) I happened upon this shot.
That's me, aged 17, sitting on Holkham beach in Norfolk, knitting my then boyfriend a chunky fisherman's rib jumper. I don't remember using a pattern, and of course the boyfriend was dumped not that long after the jumper was gifted.
'Cos that's what you do when you're 17, right? You sit on the beach, tolerating the English weather, knitting.
And I've just realised that was 20 years ago. Yikes.