On Sunday, we visited Bristol Zoo with the kids. A trip to the zoo always leaves me in a state of inner turmoil. A turmoil heightened since having had children.

I watched them gaze in wonder and excitement at the beautiful creatures on display, and it thrills me that they share the same passion for the natural world that I did at that age, and still do.

I watched Ceris sit transfixed as a lion and lioness paced back and forth along the glass wall, with hordes of visitors thrusting smartphones in their faces as they slunk past.

I’m torn.