Rewind a couple of months and, far from my usual back-to-back weeks of meetings, press events and central London river runs, you'd have found me in a cabin deep in the woods in South East England.
Nestled in the heart of a forest, I was surrounded by woodland as far as the eye could see. By day, the only noise I heard was the cacophony of birdsong, leaves rustling and trees swaying, plus the tuneful whistle of the hob kettle when I made mugs of tea. Come evening, crystal clear indigo skies sparkled to the soundtrack of tawny owls.
