My Story

First and foremost, I’m a human who's deeply curious about our relationship with the natural world.

I believe modern humans are suffering from a kind of amnesia, a forgetting of our roots, our belonging, and our connection to the Earth. I think that forgetting sits at the heart of so much of our collective unraveling. So over the years, my journey has been to reclaim that connection and sense of belonging. But that journey has taken many forms, and I’ve worn many skins along the way.

My first love was wildlife. As a kid, I was obsessed with birds, and if you’d asked my eight-year-old self what he wanted to be, he’d have said David Attenborough.

That was until I found my second love, surfing. It swept into my life around the age of nine and took hold completely. For years, the ocean was my home. I spent my teenagehood chasing waves from Cornwall to Portugal, Hawaii to Australia, dreaming of becoming a professional surfer. I clocked countless hours in the ocean, not just searching for waves, but for the sense of belonging that deep immersion in nature gave me.

Then came my third love, filmmaking. When I was sixteen, my grandfather passed away and left me his old 35mm camera gear. Something clicked. Suddenly I could capture the birds I’d always watched, and more importantly at the time, my mates surfing. I sold the film kit and bought my first DSLR. That moment set me on a path. Between seventeen and twenty-four, I travelled the world filming surf in some of the wildest oceans, working behind the camera and as a 1st AC on commercial sets for all kinds of brands.

But in October 2022, my dad died suddenly, and everything stopped. I stopped working, filming, surfing… I pulled away from the world completely. For six months, I entered a kind of cocoon. No alcohol, no social media, no smartphone. I swapped it for a Nokia brick. I made fires. I ate simply. I slept on the floor, walked the dog, and tried to feel again. People call it ‘Monk Mode’ now, I guess it was something like that.

What emerged from that time was something I could never have planned. I started running barefoot, sometimes for hours, just to ground myself. I fell in love with wild food and foraging. I began learning the names of plants and trees, and through them, I began remembering who I was.

One night in early May, something clicked. I knew what I needed to do:
Pick the camera back up.
Speak.
Teach.
Use everything I’ve learned to remind people of their connection to the Earth, because it was that connection that helped me process my grief.

That intention brought me back to social media, this time with a new message. I started sharing short films about foraging, nature connection, and grief. Since then, nearly half a million people have joined the journey. It’s opened doors I never imagined. Somehow, the weight of my dad’s death has been alchemised into a deeper, more rooted life than the one I was living before.

And now, my fourth and current love is for the land beneath my feet. I love home. I love learning about the plants, trees, and spirits of this place. I love walking slowly and listening deeply. I’m following the threads of what it means to reclaim a wild, rooted way of being, not in theory, but in practice.

So that’s me.
A wildlife obsessed kid.
A surfing obsessed teenager.
An Earth obsessed adult.
A young man telling stories, walking through grief, remembering his way back to belonging and inviting others to do the same.