My wedding. It was at Skibo Castle long before Madonna or any of those people went there.

A Biba dress when I really couldn’t afford it. It was every scrap of my money and I’ve never parted with it.

A sculpture by Glynn Williams; it cost £7,000 in the early 80s.

My partner was doing a play in Hong Kong last year and I went to visit him, and I bought him a beautiful teacup. But I didn’t look at the price tag before I took it to the till and it was £100, the most expensive teacup imaginable.

I would love more horses.

Six weeks in my dad’s office doing admin was enough to persuade me to pursue a career in sport.

Cows in the field next door.

Apart from two Olympic gold medals, I’m proud of finishing fifth in the Foxhunter Chase at the Cheltenham Festival in 2016, having never ridden a horse 12 months earlier.

Lots of people, mainly for being so absent from their lives while I was concentrating on sport. I’d also like to say sorry to my dad’s mum, because, aged four, I told her she was the worst cook in the world.

A vet, but I wasn’t smart enough.