My moustached Moldovan lover and I followed the route to the next stage of the challenge. All the other competitors were queuing up to test their skills at reversing the enormous red tractor on the farm just outside Aberdeen.

When our turn came, I climbed up into the cab and immediately felt travel sick. From high up in the cab the tractor moved like a ferry bouncing across a north sea swell. I had to be evacuated – fast!

Instead I was offered the hammering challenge. Here you were expected to bang nails into chunks of log. This didn’t suit me either.

It wasn’t until I spotted the sewing challenge that I found my métier. The farmer’s ancestors were Vikings, and this was the home of the famous Sjörn brand. There was a need for someone to help with creating, and then packaging up, stacks and stacks of red and white Sjörn labels. I happily set to work on the first batch of 25 for New Zealand.