I was fortunate enough to have spent the first 5 years of my life, growing up on a decent-sized farm in deepest darkest south Shropshire. I was very lucky, no such things as computers, internet and iPhone’s then, so my time was spent running around the few hundred acres under the watchful eye of my parents, pretending I was the farmer and that had the biggest tractor. Neither were true but none the less I was lucky and I will always be grateful for those times outdoors – it’s what I think has, down the line, both drawn me to Africa and given me such a fondness for the wild.
I was an adult when I first set foot on the continent, but having explored every continent other than Africa and Antarctica it was only a matter of time. Childhood lifestyle aside, I had great family holidays I just wish I could have gone to Africa, more so Kenya, sooner. I see so many children, teenagers, young adults with their faces glued to their phones, worried about this and that and statuses when really there is so much more in this world that actually matters – and Kenya is a place where this can be realised. I wish I could have had the opportunity to be driven around in a big four by four to see the largest animals in the world, up close, doing their thing. They’re big now, so who knows just how big they must look to a 5 or 6 year old child. Pretty massive I reckon.