Yesterday, I was knee-deep in wild garlic. Foraging with friends, we found a large fallen tree to lie on and stood barefoot on moss. It's not everyone's idea of a perfect Sunday, but for me it brought back an understanding and appreciation for why I live where I live.

From time to time, especially when the seasons change, I start to think about city life, and whether more opportunities would come my way if I were in the thick of it all.

But the truth is, what I value most is balance. I love busy, bustling days on set, and I also love remote work days where I can work from the Highlands, Somerset, Cornwall or Portugal. Freelancing can sometimes feel like a game of tug of war: I want autonomy and I want stability. I want days on shoots where it's been 12 hours and we've all started to lose the plot, and I want quiet days organising, where I can take a walk in the woods on my lunch break.

Is it too much to ask? Maybe for some, but not for all.

What I'm putting out there is this: I'm open to my next role being London-based, with wiggle room, give and take, and an understanding that production organising requires quiet and deep focus — and the ability to literally take a deep breath among trees or mountains. I'm committed to my work, all in: focused, driven and eager. But I'm also committed to slow days foraging, cold water dips and watching the sunrise before work.

With that said, my books are open: freelance, contracts, or full-time with businesses that understand my love of country life, where I dip my toes into the city every now and then.