Ok, so that title is a little disingenuous, as I’ve never been to Antarctica (well, not yet anyway). But it is, in its own way, the country that kicked all this off.

It started when I mentioned to dad that I’d love to visit Antarctica, because as soon as I do so, I will have been to all 7 continents. And that’s something I’d love to achieve. I mean, I know it might sound a little pretentious, but saying that I’ve been to every continent just seems like a fabulous achievement.

That conversation started this whole crazy quest, because it triggered a conversation about all the other travel goals we could have. Dad wanted to swim in every sea in the world, to match my desire to collect every continent, and somehow we settled on completing an alphabet of the globe.

Incidentally, my grandmother travelled to Antarctica in her 60s or 70s, which just goes to show that I’ve got plenty of time to get there! I have a feeling I won’t want to leave it that late, but it’s not a priority right now – getting the last 8 letters ticked off is my main goal, and I already have A covered.