By Natalie Chalk. IT'S 6.30am and I'm heading out on a wild South African safari.

By Natalie Chalk. I'M letting Mallorca work its magic. I’m in Port de Pollensa popular with Brits since the 1930s.

By Natalie Chalk. MY heart is pounding. I’m in the middle of a forest wanting to run for my life. Shall I jump?

I GET hit by a barrelling wave. It’s small in size but knocks me off my surfboard as I attempt to stand up.

I’M starting to wobble. I’m in the Czech Republic but it’s not their famous beer that’s to blame. It's the Segway!

By Natalie Chalk. I CAN feel the sweat down my neck, my heart is racing. I'm on a bootcamp in Antigua.

By Natalie Chalk. I’VE died and reached the city of heaven. Not really, I'm just in the French Alps.

I’VE made good friends with this mango tree, the sand and the sun – 4,000 miles away from rainy Britain.

By Natalie Chalk. SPRAWLED across two sun beds, I'm relaxing after a bike ride on the Greek island of Kos.

By Natalie Chalk. I CAN'T run up there! No one mentioned having to sprint up a vertical sand dune in Devon.