Seven years ago before I had my brain haemorrhage and became disabled, Wimbledon week was so frustrating because I always wanted to check up on how the British players were doing, but I had to work along with most others.

I’m even more passionate about cricket, so the Ashes matches against Australia were equally frustrating when I had to go to work.

There is no way on earth I could ever be glad to be disabled.

I would absolutely love to walk properly and run again and be able to use both arms and legs and have full vision.

When I was recovering in hospital a work colleague said to me: “Gavin, you must make the most of the things you can still enjoy and have fun wherever you can”.

So that’s it! I’ve been sitting down to watch the tennis at Wimbledon and from today I shall watch the cricket and the tennis.

I do love watching sport, but I’m also a natural historian who loves nature and the environment.

I miss working with nature so much – it is what I did for work before my injury.

This is a very beautiful time of year and I could quite happily go to sit in the woods on a fold-out chair and listen to the birdsong, absorbing all I can from the natural world around me.

But I can’t drive any more and it’s very difficult to get to these places.

When I was in full-time employment and being a father to my two children, as well as maintaining a home and all the things which go with it, like most people I always felt I never had time to take a breath. It was always one big rush and one big stress.

At that time I would have loved to have had the time I’ve got on my hands now.

And I would have loved to have avoided all the traffic jams, road rage and other stressful stuff that comes with driving a car.

There are definitely not many advantages to being disabled and unable to work, but I’m definitely making the most of this situation now, watching Wimbledon and enjoying it the best I can.

To be honest, although it sounds incredibly tough, if I was able I would love to go and queue up to get a seat on Centre Court.

And I would love to go to the cricket at Lord’s, but as much as my guide dog Richie is very intelligent, I really don’t think he understands the rules of cricket.