I am happy being an outsider. When I look back to when I was a teenager, I didn't feel the need to be part of a group; the music types; the nerds; the surfheads. I was into politics, definitely an outrider in 1970's blandville middle class French's Forest. Instead of smothering my legs to fry in coconut oil at lunchtime, I wore green tights with my bottle green uniform, adding a matching blazer and beret to resemble a frog more closely than a beach babe. Fast forward 40 years and here I am sitting near midnight, under clear skies and fairy lights, next to an ancient fortress on a hill in Central Umbria. I am surrounded by