This author worked in conservation, restoring habitats and saving endangered British species like the Scottish wildcat. His memoir tells about his childhood in a manor house on a huge estate, where he roamed at will looking for bird’s eggs, tracking foxes and so on. I really wanted to like this one, but just couldn’t get into it. There seemed to be a lot of description about everything except the animals in the first few chapters, and then a lot about the grand house of his childhood and while it was interesting and well-written, it just wasn’t what I’d expected. One chapter is mostly about his mother’s poor health. I am sure it all ties together showing how everything led up to his passion with nature and working for wildlife, but I was just loosing attention fast. I’ve put this one back on my shelf to try again later. Perhaps if I’d do better to read one of his other books first.