Bjork knows. Everyone knows. This man, for over sixty years, has graced our television screens and enthused wildly over the magnificence, the beauty, the harshness and the unending splendour of our little blue and green planet. He speaks with such passionate fervour that it is near on impossible not to be moved by his rapturous proselytising. Imagine living for even one year with that amount of love and dedication for our miraculous ecosystem. His absolute joy of life is always evident; and the infectious – and almost boyish – glee with which he introduces a baby sea otter, or the utterly respectful sadness with which he regards a dead polar bear, makes me love him more than I love some members of my own family. I don’t want him to ever, ever die. EVER.
(For Rosie. You waited a long darned time, kid. Xx)