I was flicking through a Sunday supplement once and unexpectedly came across a picture of Prince Harry.  In it he looked the living spit of his grandfather, Prince Philip.  I remembered an argument I had with a friend who was convinced Prince Harry wasn’t Prince Charles’s child.  It wasn’t this aspect that fascinated me but how would it be if you suddenly saw a child and recognised it as being one of your own family.  How would this feel?  This, and my passion for outward bound programmes (I watch a lot of day time television) combined to inspire this book.  I went on a Ray Mears course and had the best time.  The photographs win the prize for the most unflattering of me ever taken.