On the eve of my 32nd birthday, I’m looking back at what has been a pretty spectacular year. I’ll be spending tomorrow flitting between feeding my now nearly 13 week old son (where in the heck did those months go?) and pitching in on the third day of the photo shoot for my new book. Tomorrow night I’ll probably sink into the couch with a glass of red wine by my side. The Hungry One has promised to cook me a steak. And while we eat it we’ll probably revisit some of the sterling memories that are contained below. So, in the spirit of navel gazing (because if you can’t …

I can’t believe it’s November again. In a few days time I’ll be celebrating my 32nd birthday. On the same day there will be fireworks in London for bonfire night and shortly past 3 pm, all of Australia will rush to a television set, to see the horse race that stops a nation.

Meanwhile Baby Will and I will be in a studio in St Peters, pitching in for the third of eight days of photography for the new book. If I’m honest, I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate the passing of another year.

Except for taking a little stroll down memory lane. It’s been a cracker of a …