I’m a fire fighter by trade. I cycle to the vegetable store and holiday in my bathtub watching YouTube videos of tropical beaches listening to Beach House on a flip phone that holds a charge for 3 days.

I’m a forest ranger, coming the mossy floors of ancient ecosystems, giving blood and hair to the ancestors of the lands.

I think a lot about what consent means. I reckon we oughtta treat the earth as we would the body of a lover. Not only should we gain consent from the people whose bones and blood have been intertwined into the landscapes for thousands of years, but we should also gain consent from the landscape itself – the living, breathing , pulsing sentience of all living creatures, great and small, hooved and crawling, slithering and swimming, sprouting and blooming.

They all have a voice, if we learn how to listen.