I think I’ve mentioned here before how proud I am to have kept my blog going for over twenty years. I think that’s quite an achievement, and of course I have no intention to stop; but it seems to me that those two decades are nothing compared to the seventy years Sir David Attenborough has now been presenting his wonderful natural history documentaries. Last night we saw the first episode of his new series Mammals, and I just want to say how in awe I am of someone who is surely the greatest of all broadcasters.

I know I have blogged about this before, plenty of times, but Attenborough must have done far more than anyone else to open our collective eyes to the wondrous workings of the natural world. To think that he started broadcasting before most people alive today were born, and is still an integral part of possibly the best programs on television, blows my mind. The photography we saw in last night’s episode was incredible, capturing such vivid, evocative images of animals in the pitch dark, although we have probably come to expect nothing less from the Beeb’s natural history unit. Yet to be honest I don’t think enough is being said about Attenborough’s epic career; he surely is a national treasure beyond compare, and ought to be really cherished.