I normally like to limit myself to one mind-blowing experience per month, but in April, I had two.
I spent a fortnight at BBC Wood Norton, training journalism apprentices. Most were in their late teens and early 20s and had barely watched any TV news.
Their task? To create some TV news. We raced around the Worcestershire countryside, working to a deadline, as they filmed and edited their pieces, which were then put on the regional Facebook page. Do you know what? No-one even noticed they weren’t produced by ‘real’ BBC journalists. Brilliant.
Then I went to Delhi to train journalists who’ve just joined the BBC World Service in India. Delhi is a noisy, beguiling, annoying yet amazing place. I had one day off and decided to use it wisely: I went to the Taj Mahal. For once I was speechless.