My right to go outside as a very young child was often forfeit due to severe asthma. Running, playing the recorder or taking part in PE generally resulted in my turning blue and falling over.

Luckily, as I grew older this eased off (or the medication got better, or both). So I grew up mostly running wild on acres and acres of private estate land in Ireland. One of the fringe benefits of being the child of a gamekeeper is that outside is never very far away.

Now I have a child of my own.

My lifestyle is very different. I work full time hours as an analyst and we have lived in a very urban area for a long time. Only in the last few years have we moved to a place with a garden. Settling in takes time and  we’re just about making that garden our own now.

There are other ways to go outside. We have tried really hard to raise our child with a love for walking, camping and hiking. We have such great memories of the last decade: camping together, taking a surfing lesson, exploring footpaths and woods.

I’ve also been lucky enough to write freelance for Camping With Style, which is an amazing blog.

I reviewed a few things for Outdoor Look as well, a while ago before life got too hectic to keep that up.