Although born and brought up in London, I have always hated the city and felt far more at home in the countryside. My approach to bushcraft came as my climbing career began to fade because of family and injury. I loved - and still love - the mountains, which are somehow my natural, intuitive home, but the wonders of the woods and forests are now a daily focus for me.
It was a pupil at school who lent me a book by Ray Mears that really directed my interest. That, followed by a Woodlore Family Bushcraft weekend with my two (unsuspecting) sons, sealed my fascination in the possibilities of the outdoors in a completely new and exciting way that did not involve ropes, harnesses, slings, pro. and a healthy portion of fear. There was something much more peaceful, creative and, of course, seasonal to the activity which appeals to this day.
I am, in essence, a bushcrafter made, not born but, perhaps because of that, I still enjoy a child-like delight in any new thing or new skill I discover or learn. Then, of course, there is the pleasure of practice...!