My first hero was Robin Hood. Not because of who he was (or was not) but a largeish group living undetected in the forest was the stuff of fantasy for me. I spent years of my childhood dreaming about it.

Still haven't figured out how one would do it - smoking fires, smells of cooking, sounds of voices, footprints pounded into the dirt, rain storms, sleeping arrangements - everyone curled up in coats and cloaks at the foot of trees? - hauling groceries in- the difficulties are endless.

So, I loved fantasy, but reality kept intruding...