It’s the dizzying transitions of scale that best characterise our complicated relationship with insect lives.

I find myself telling my children: ‘Daddy’s doing his peregrines.’

There is as much of Blythe in the writing here as there is of the natural world of Wormingford.

This was never likely to be, in any sense, a critical biography.

Only part of this book has to do with where people are allowed to go; the rest concerns what they do – and how they think, feel, engage, respond – when they get there.