It was 2001. I was making a film about feminism, a daunting task. It would mean interviewing older women who had some seriously historic stuff in their CVs — they had helped change laws, started publishing houses for women’s writing and created pioneering university departments. I felt rather inadequate in the face of this.

But I also felt defiant. I wasn’t cowed by their legacy, boss! Like all young people, I was dying to express my disagreements and criticisms, to prove I was smart and new and to be taken seriously. Swinging between this nervousness and bravado, I began work.