I love my job, and I’ve been doing it for what feels like a very long time! I get to do such a huge range of things within my role, some of which are amazing, and some of which are extremely tough, but it’s fun.
I wanted to write this article, because it’s coming to the end of a school year, and students across the country will be thinking about what they want to be when they get older. So, I thought I’d tell you all a little bit about what it is that I do.
This is because there are real people behind the news we see on TV, hear on the radio, or read in the papers. People who have all sorts of opinions about a wide range of topics.
Of course, we also get to report on things that are lovely, too. Being a reporter, I have had the opportunity to experience a wonderful spectrum of different things. I’m a very keen horse rider – I adore it. And, as part of my job, I had the opportunity to join someone on horseback for a trek up a mountain in north Pembrokeshire, then write about the experience.
It has definitely broadened my mind, and given me a better understanding of how people live their day to day lives.
And then, there are not so awesome experiences for me. I once had to photograph the attendees at a funeral. A teenager had passed away in a horrific accident, and his funeral was the largest the town had ever seen.
His passing had shocked everybody in the community and everybody was saddened about what had happened. And, unfortunately, it was my responsibility within my job role to write about it (please note I did have permission from the family to report).
Of course, I didn’t pretend to know the teenager. I stood back from the people mourning, but I was noticed by a large number of people. You can’t go to a huge gathering and expect to not be noticed by anyone, can you?
And, even though I didn’t know him, I genuinely felt upset by it. But people who were clearly grieving, understandably thought that what I was doing was horrible, and told me to my face.
I have never done that kind of reporting since, and I’m glad. But the song that played at the end of the funeral I now cannot listen to without remembering that day.