I live near the sea and regularly take my two dogs for walks on the beach. On summer evenings the silhouettes of other dog walkers in the distance are enchanting. This is what happened when I imagined Polly – the little character who used to only live in my head but now pops up all over my work – walking her dog in the distance.  These are tiny pewter figures on driftwood found mainly on Poppit Sands, my local beach.

So then people said, ‘Oh!  A little girl!  Do you do a little boy, or parents, or teenagers, or grandparents?’ and I said ‘No, Polly lives on her own.’  I realised that this didn’t make sense to anyone else, so now the little girl has a full cast of characters to keep her company.