Sometimes I just want to take a tent and take off, drive down to Cornwall, and wind my way along the coast, camping, windsurfing, body-boarding, exploring, picture taking, writing.

Sometimes, the impulse is so strong, I start looking up camp sites, road maps -and then reality kicks in, my fears kick in and I quash the idea once again.

I hate being afraid. I feel like it stops me from doing all the things that I want to do – from being who I really want to be.