Best summer ever has to be the summer Stewart and I worked in Eddy's Restaurant down in Llangennith. 'Gennith is pretty popular amongst surfers, and it's got a camping ground and caravan park as well as the restaurant. The assistant chef was also a dealer and so we spent the summer working the day in Eddy's, chilling out in the camping ground with friends, then going home and smoking in the barn/garage.

Mum never kept her car in the garage (converted from an old barn, so it was easily big enough for three cars), so we put boxes all round the bottom of the garage door to keep draughts out. She also kept a long wooden bench in there anyway, and we brought in two garden chairs and an old stool for a table.

Despite the fact that the barn itself was ancient the roof had all it's tiles intact, so rain couldn't get in. We put old sofa cushions on the garden chairs, and threw towels over the backs. We had a really big old saucepan which was missing a handle, and dug a shallow hole in the dirt floor and sunk the saucepan into it part way, and used it to hold a fire every night - my mum has a log burning stove, so there was no shortage of wood to use. We also bought loads of pillar candles and set them up round the place for more light. We just used to play stupid kids games like I-spy and charades, and it was actually pretty cool - we entertained ourselves every night without TV, DVDs, music or the computer and had a fucking amazing summer. That's my best summer ever.