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.