Don't judge me but... when I was 16 i read Jilly Cooper's legendary novel Polo and decided I was going to marry a polo player.  "How to do it?", I thought long and hard...I'd need to speak Spanish of course. So I started to hit those vocab books, strategically chose my A-Levels and even ended up doing it as my degree.  Year Three of Oxford... the time had come and I moved to Buenos Aires, the most captivating of cities.... full of polo players.  By the time I left 6 months later, i realised that my 16 year old self may have been misguided, but the world of polo remained as intoxicating as ever.  

Here I got to make something productive from my mis-spent youth on the side-lines and produced a film for the Argentine Tourism board on Polo.  You can watch it here.