A morning in The Savill Garden
I need to take you back to early 2013 for a moment. Just another day of waking up for work at that time of day reserved for emergencies and setting off on holiday, but on this occasion, my heart was racing.
We were all craving control… parents, the audience, teachers, but we had no control. We were forced to let go and watch it happen. The discomfort of wanting to help but passively watching was verging on painful.