When I was young all I wanted to do was to become a writer. Living in rural Derbyshire there weren’t many distractions, so books filled the curious mind of a little girl with a big imagination.You might think I’d choose to study English at university and for a while I considered it. At the same time I narrowed down my lofty ambition to ‘be a writer’ to more specifically being a journalist — dealing with fact rather than fiction.
In the end, I made the decision to study what I considered to be an altogether more useful subject — geography. That was how I found myself deposited one chilly Sunday afternoon in September 1990 at the University of Leeds, ready to embark on a BA Honours degree in human geography. I’d love to say that I’d chosen Leeds because the course met all my learning goals, but it was really the promise of an impossibly glamoroussounding field trip to the south of France that swung it for me.
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