Where is your all-time favourite destination?
I can’t pick one, I just can’t. It’s like being asked to pick your favourite flavour, I mean varietal of wine *gets posh vocab back on*. There are so many moments that I’ve loved that I’m not sure about picking just one. Is that a cop out? Probably yes. Ok, so maybe Japan, it blew our tiny Western mindsets. Everything was simply so different - sunset glinting from the summit of Mt Fuji, sushi in Tokyo, New Year in Kyoto, modern vs. tradition in Nara, and hauntingly sad Hiroshima. All beautiful and fascinating.
Which post are you most proud of?
It’s a tie between flying across Wembley Stadium Pitch on a zipwire because I was terrified – so scared I couldn’t speak and had to be pushed off; and driving in America – aside from asking my friend to ease the parked car out from between two cherry red mustangs, I somehow managed to cope as an inexperienced driver with left-hand roads, turning right on a red light and a session of monsoon rain. The one I tell people about the most is herding sheep across London Bridge or attending a Buckingham Palace Garden Party. (See what I mean about being indecisive?)