I’ve realised recently that an easy way to keep me happy is to do things that I enjoyed when I was a child. I used to love climbing trees but hadn’t done that in years, until one day when I still lived in a village in Scotland I headed out to the woods and climbed one. When I wasn’t in the trees, I was often under “The Den” (a small wooden shed which my Dad build, featuring a trap door leading to the ground) digging away the soil underneath and distributing it like “The Great Escape” to make the best den. Again, many years later, I headed out to the woods and had a great time making a small hole.