How are your Sunday mornings? Right now I’m in Edinburgh – my Sundays start in a hotel room, alone. Midweek, I’m up at 5.30am to make it on set. The first thing I do is text my wife Amanda in New Zealand with a message for my son. If I’m lucky with the time difference I can read him a bedtime story.

Do you work? I love to write. On Sundays it’s a joy. It’s a gift that nobody else is working. It’s the day I have to really write – the best bit of the job – when most of my time is spent doing admin and emails. We’ve got three TV shows on the go, there’s a lot to do, but right now on Sundays I’m left to make things up, uninterrupted.

What are Sundays like at home? In New Zealand it’s a family day, taking my son down to the beach, getting my head out of my phone and computer. It’s strange, I think of Woodstock, New York, as my actual home. Because of Covid I have not been there since 2019. I miss walking aimlessly up the nearby hills.

Sundays growing up? Relatives would cook something the size of a Christmas meal. I’d be left in somnolent pain from overeating on the sofa. I loved that I could spend the day reading books

Sunday night? Pre-Covid, Amanda and I would try to sneak out for a date. Going out to a restaurant? I remember it fondly.

If you could be anywhere next Sunday? At my house on the Isle of Skye; it’s the place that makes me happiest. It’s strange to be working in Edinburgh, yet I’m unable to get there. Hiking boots on, I’ll walk to a 500-year old ruined castle. In summer the sun sets at 11pm. After dusk it’s almost immediately dawn. By 2am you hear the cuckoos. It’s magical. Michael Segalov

The Ocean at the End of the Lane is at The Duke of York’s Theatre in London until 14 May 2022 (oceanwestend.com). A Netflix adaptation of The Sandman will be released in 2022