Every job was different. It was addictive. I would be working on a London street surrounded by the homeless at one moment and in the next I could be up a mountain in Wales.

My surgery had to be carried by me. (sometimes I had help) whether up a mountain or in the desert of Morocco.

The men working on Poirot made me a box to carry medication and dressings. An electrician gave me a leather strap to carry it.

I have been permanently lopsided ever since.