“We’re going back to basics,” he said. “You, me and the great outdoors. Except, of course, we’ll build a home.”

I wasn’t sure at first. I liked my 15-tog duvet, my X-Box, my four-slot toaster, the iPad. How on earth would I live without that? And television. A life without a choice of 123 channels 24/7 was unthinkable.

But I loved him, so I followed him.

It was hard at first, I won’t deny it. The island was inhospitable, to my mind at least. But we built the house together. It was basic – but after the tent, it was bliss. And, eventually, we were able to grow our own food. Again, basic – but it was better than starving.

“One day, everyone will have to live like this,” he said, as we snuggled up in front of a fire. Lately, the dancing flames had begun to provide my entertainment, freeing my imagination so that I saw stories in the firelight.

“Do you really think so?” I asked.

“Yes, if we want to find ourselves as a species again. But whether it’s choice or circumstance, their day will come,” he said, gesturing to the world outside.

And he was right. The day did come – and people mourned the loss of all they had owned and been. But then they forgot about their desires and wants.

That was when I started making the woven baskets. Pretty trinkets people wanted and would ‘pay for’. Not for survival, just because.

Soon, everyone will want one.