For me, I feel like whenever I compete, I have selective hearing, so I can hear my parents, I can definitely hear Marta and my teammates, but other than that, like I feel like I could hear a penny drop in the arena because I’m so focused in on my routines. So you do kind of get into your own head and you go into a different world and you kind of block out every other sound. And of course you can hear like the camera clickings, so it’s kind of like nobody’s there but you at the time until you finish.

I was working in Argentina actually on an English ship that was lost in 1770 and it was truly nil visibility. If you put your hand on your diving mask, you couldn’t see it. So we were doing all of our hand signals by squeezing and staying really close to the person next to us.

He was very new to the site, was a little bit nervous, so was going through air quite quickly, had not been paying attention to how much air he had left in his cylinder. When he realised that there was very little, he absolutely panicked and was climbing over me to try and get out of the site.  And so by bolting for the surface, he was putting his life in danger.

And it was a wooden vessel that was relatively intact and he was stuck on structure and I was trying to get him unstuck and he just wasn’t having a bar of it. And in the end, in order to get him free, we had to go deeper into the vessel and of course when you’re that panicked and you don’t want to be there and you think you’re going to die, the last thing you want to do is to go deeper.  It’s something that we’re trained to be aware of and if it gets to that point where you’re at risk, you have to then unfortunately look after yourself.

And thankfully in this situation, didn’t get to that. They got him out of the water, gave him oxygen, calmed him down, ultimately he was fine.

What I’ve realised, and I think we’ve all seen this at the beginning of this year with the Women’s March, that there is a huge movement of women and men who believe in equality and who are willing to stand up for women’s rights. But what I’ve also realised is that we need to focus on creating a positive discourse of hope rather than being against something because that creates such a negative downward spiral where you literally can get to a point where I think people feel so disillusioned and so disempowered that they feel like, you know, what am I going to do? I mean, what am I going to do about the war in Syria?

But if you can find a way to talk about these issues, showing how individual action can make a difference, then I think you can inspire people. And Women for Women International, our key ask is always to sponsor one woman for a year to go through our programme. And it just becomes the change that you’re helping to achieve becomes really real.

 And I think we really need that because it sometimes can be extremely disheartening.

 Dubai is the ultimate modern city. Orderly, sparkling and squeaky clean. It’s a temple to man’s ingenuity, rising from the desert.

 But there’s a menace in the air. Pigeons, thousands of them, are making a mess in this pristine metropolis and Dubai doesn’t like it. One man can help.

The Arabs call him Al Hur.  His name is David Stead. His challenge is to keep Dubai pigeon-free, using falcons, an ancient Arabian solution for a modern urban problem.

 Birds of prey, of course, are hunting birds and the falcons in the bird of prey family are the specialist bird hunters. They only catch other birds for a living and as a result the pigeons are most scared of falcons compared to any other bird of prey.  So even a pigeon who’s never seen a falcon in its life does have this almost genetic fear of the silhouette, the shape of a falcon.

 It’s a leopard. Suddenly the hunters risk becoming the hunted. A leopard’s jaws have the power to crush a human skull.

They’re praying the leopard hasn’t seen them.  Jan now lies low in the shadows. This time they’ve managed to remain undetected.

 It’s day six in the hide and the apprentice is no closer to getting a meal.  A new group of kudu come in. They’ve got one chance.

 Both men raise their bows.  Bullseye!  An arrow has hit home and the kudu scatter.

 Litato is whistling to attract a honey guide.  It’s a bird that is aptly named.  The honey guide answers their whistles with a call it only uses to talk to humans.

 She starts a game of follow my leader since only she can smell the food they’re after. When she’s close to the prize she changes her call letting them know they’re getting hotter.  The boys have hit the jackpot.

A beehive.  The bird’s job is done.  Now they have to fulfill their part of the bargain getting the honey out.

 It’s hidden deep in a tree protected by hundreds of angry African bees.  They use smoke to calm them but it doesn’t make the stings any less painful. The boys know they have to pay their guide honeycomb with added grubs.

It’s the perfect partnership.  But as every Maasai boy knows if you don’t give the honey guide its reward next time it will lead you to a lion.