Deep in the West Country, a converted mill now doubles as an exhibition space and a family home.
“Walking into a gallery that’s an echoey white room can be an intimidating experience,” says Debra Finn. “I don’t think it’s the best way to see new art.”
And she speaks from experience. The home she shares with husband Mark and their children Lorcan, 12, and Ariana, 9, is a converted watermill full of unexpected nooks, with creaky stairs and comfy sofas. But several times a year, the stuff of family life – abandoned PE kit bags, chewed dog toys – gets tidied away and the house opens as a gallery.