KNIGHTS! PIRATES! CRYPTO BROS!

Here’s where I’m at. What about you?

One day last week I drove up to the English Midlands and got on a horse. By my reckoning it had been about thirty years since I was last in the saddle, and to be perfectly honest I was more nervous this time. When you’re a child you tend to be unaware of how easy and inconvenient it would be to break your collarbone. Also, on this occasion I had sort of exaggerated how good I was at riding horses. 

Producer Tom had texted me: “How’s your riding?” 

“About as good as my stage combat,” I’d replied.

Not quite a lie. But definitely a dubplate remix of the truth. 

And as it turned out, rather a challenge to have set myself. Tom had booked a short winter’s day of filming, and by the end of it I was expected to prove myself competent enough on horseback to canter one-handed in full armour with a lance couched and someone else hurtling along the lists in the opposite direction.