I’m sitting here in my local coffee shop trying desperately to write this column and failing miserably.

It’s over 24 hours since I opened my laptop and sat down with a flat white to write my first column for DirtFish. Yesterday I wrote one line, today with a little prod from the boss, I’ve somehow managed to put down in words what the first real change in my job description in 15 years actually means to me.

As many of you will know, I have often described my job as being the best in the world.

Standing at stop lines and interviewing drivers, who in my opinion are the very best in the world, seconds after they have put it all on the line in the most demanding of conditions, was as exhilarating as it was rewarding.

As the greatest motorsport commentator of them all Murray Walker put it “the ultimate privilege in my job is to stand at the shoulder of sporting giants and proclaim their greatness to the world”.

And do you know what? I completely get it because on more than one occasion I also had, in a small way, the honour of doing just that.

Sébastien Loeb when he claimed title number seven outside the town hall in Haguenau in 2010 was the defining highlight, but there were others.

Elfyn Evans’s win on Rally GB was an emotional one, Dani Sordo’s first win in Germany was special and Andreas Mikkelsen winning the Intercontinental Rally Challenge in Cyprus will live long in the memory.