Reading about the past is one of my favourite...(cough!) past times. I love to read about tales of the human struggle, how people were pitted against the cruelty of the power hungry, blood thirsty psychopaths that have dominated the ranks of the elite for eons; Just because their ancestor had the biggest stick.
As you walk around Chelsea Flower Show, you will find one garden designed by Juliet Sargeant that is a tribute to the best of British society - an array of bright flowers and multi-coloured front doors. Yet explore a little further, and in its dark centre you will uncover the stark and shocking reality that today, in modern Britain, there are more than 13,000 people living in slavery.
We have seen how thousands of Nepalese girls, forced onto the streets after the Nepal earthquake, have been trafficked into India and even sold into the United Kingdom. Gross abuses, including rape, have been reported in Iraq. We have heard, at first hand, how Syrian refugee girls as young as eight and nine have been forced into working for exploitative employers when they should be at school. And the plight of the girls kidnapped by Boko Haram from their school two years ago in Nigeria's Borno province continues to haunt us.
There are occasions when I find myself wondering whether some of us are too compassionate for our own good. We feel things deeply and we're affected to such a degree that we can't comfortably partake in activities others take for granted. For example, there are particular films which for the most part, we avoid.