Like many of my friends and colleagues, my fascination with the natural world and dedication to protecting it started in childhood. My earliest and fondest memories were made in the British countryside. I was fortunate enough to have two biology teachers as parents, so my weekends were spent in local woodlands where my curiosity was nurtured and encouraged.
A combination of time spent in nature, and my choice of books, Brambly Hedge, Beatrix Potter, and The Chronicles of Narnia, built an almost fantastical picture of the country I grew up in. To me, our hedgerows were filled with families of mice wearing acorn-cup hats, the woods were home to wise, bespectacled badgers, and hyperactive red squirrels carried secret messages from tree to tree.
It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I began to realise that not only did the world not look like an illustration from Brambly Hedge, but my connection to nature had been a great privilege that most of my friends had not had access to. So, when I reached the age of deciding what I wanted to do with my life, it was obvious to me that restoring our native species and increasing access to nature were my highest priorities.