I looked like a donkey that was loaded up for a trek

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Iwas in Liverpool last week filming a trailer for a new TV documentary series.

Can’t say too much about it at the moment, other than it was my first experience working as a shooting producer on my own with no exec showing me what to do.

Nor was there an assistant helping out with the shoot. Nothing, just me and some camera equipment.

A shooting producer is essentially a glorified camera operator, which means instead of ordering someone else around about what to film and what specific shots I want, I film them myself.

Actually, I love doing it and really get a kick out of the creativity of filming a specific shot or seeing what I can get out of something that might otherwise appear mundane.

What I don’t love so much is lugging all the equipment around – and I don’t mean that in a snobby way like I’m too good to carry it.

The problem I have is at just five foot, three-and-a-half inches tall (the half-inch is important) I looked like a donkey that had been loaded up for a trek.

Also, I’m just not that strong – despite the gruelling workouts, which are continuing by the way!

I decided to drive the ridiculous four and-a-half hours from Portsmouth to Liverpool instead of getting on a train, for fear that I’d literally be unable to carry all the equipment.

When I arrived at the shoot, I was greeted with the question ‘are you it, the camera crew?’

‘Erm yes, afraid so’ was my response. How embarrassing!

On a different note, I’m now back working at ITN for another month, making a royal documentary which is exciting.

Although I admit it hasn’t got off to the best of starts.

In the past four days, I’ve had one train cancelled and one that suffered severe delays.

Plus I spent three hours on a train heading to London only to give up, get off and return all the way home due to the extreme problems encountered in trying to get to our capital city.

Maybe dear old Pompey is trying to tell me something – don’t leave!