My five-year-old son’s room fits a single bed and a couple of floor cushions. ‘It’s very small,’ visitors have been known to say. But this space, with its 12-foot high ceiling and huge sash window, which pours light onto its white walls, is perhaps my favourite in our flat. Both cosy and uplifting, it’s where I love to hole up and read, meditate or rest.
When I was an architecture student, the first book on our reading list was The Poetics Of Space, about the effect spaces have on our psyches. Its author, Gaston Bachelard, believed a home’s chief purpose was to offer a protective shelter, able to hold us through life’s storms, and be somewhere that we can daydream.
It’s a sentiment echoed by Penny Wincer, author of Home…