Clare Balding

On the beach, I take my clothes off under a towel.

Particularly when you're young, you're terribly flattered by people who like you, so you think you love them.

Having thyroid cancer in 2009 really didn't change my life at all. I wish I could say that I had this epiphany. But I knew I was lucky before that, so it's not like I suddenly realised how lucky I am.

I am convinced that the reason so many fans leave Dodger Stadium after the seventh inning is that they become bored.

I'm tall, fat, rather bald, red-faced, double-chinned, black-haired, have a deep voice, and wear glasses for reading.

I came to writing because I joined the North Clare Writers' Workshop, which met every week at Ennistymon Library.