I was brought up in a beautiful place in the countryside, in the Borders of Scotland, the sort of community where if somebody grows something they share it. Most of our holidays were spent camping. We'd go with a large group, make camp and take day trips to places like the Holy Island of Lindisfarne and the Farne Islands. The boat trips were memorable as not everyone had sea-legs, but the wildlife was beautiful - it's a bird-watchers paradise. We used to wear bike helmets to protect us from nesting birds. You've got puffins, razorbills, tarns, eider ducks, things you don't see anywhere else. It's David Attenborough's favourite place in the UK.
As I grew up, I developed a massive passion for languages, French in particular and at about 15, my best friend and I spent summer in the Dordogne volunteering in an old folks' home. We'd help with "gymnastics class", race their wheelchairs, read out menus and play cards. It was a magical experience.
I have a BA in Business and Marketing in French and did three of my five years of university abroad. One year I ended up in the French Caribbean, in Fort de France, the capital of Martinique, placed as a language assistant at a huge high school. I had the best mentor who arranged my classes from Tuesday to Thursday, then me, my surfboard, my hammock and bottle of rum would head to the beach for the weekend, catching food, eating coconuts and surfing.
Another time I did an exchange to an amazing business school in France, near Antibes. It was there I discovered superyachts and started temping as a stewardess or cleaning engine rooms to pay for school.