Do you want to read my essay in praise of Sir David Attenborough? Of course you do. Thanks again to The Toast for publishing my work and generally being amazing.
Here was the great alien world of the ocean, filmed by foolhardy camera-strapped divers in Blue Planet. Here was the grand opera of mating birds of paradise in The Life of Birds. Here was the long sleep of the polar bear and cubs in Planet Earth, and their miraculous waking. Here was a world of living things, of things that lived and then died, and here was a voice in my ear telling me that the beauty and the dying came from the same place. Here were no ghosts, only blood and teeth and howls and eggs and music. Here was Earth.