My favourite storyteller - David Attenborough
We all know him.
It's Sunday night. We sit and sip tea, and watch in patient expectation of awe.
A 91-year-old adventurer. He’s seen it all. He’s explored the sweltering rainforests, dripping with life, and trudged along the scorched desert sands. He’s stood on mountain tops, high above the clouds, and pioneered the deepest, darkest, depths of the sea.
But his curiosity knows no bounds. It is not satiated. His blue eyes still twinkle with child-like wonderment at it all, and the enthusiasm is contagious.
Dressed, as always, in a pale blue shirt and cream trousers, he walks along a craggy coastal path. Foamy waves crash onto the shore below and his snowy white hair is ruffled by the breeze. His familiar, soothing voice describes to us all the natural wonders of this planet.
The never-ending story of nature. The magnificence and beauty, the constant struggle for survival, the colossal power, and fragility, of this planet. No one tells the story of life on Earth quite like him.
And there is no one else we’d rather hear it from.
It's Sunday night. We sit and sip tea, and watch in patient expectation of awe.
A 91-year-old adventurer. He’s seen it all. He’s explored the sweltering rainforests, dripping with life, and trudged along the scorched desert sands. He’s stood on mountain tops, high above the clouds, and pioneered the deepest, darkest, depths of the sea.
But his curiosity knows no bounds. It is not satiated. His blue eyes still twinkle with child-like wonderment at it all, and the enthusiasm is contagious.
Dressed, as always, in a pale blue shirt and cream trousers, he walks along a craggy coastal path. Foamy waves crash onto the shore below and his snowy white hair is ruffled by the breeze. His familiar, soothing voice describes to us all the natural wonders of this planet.
The never-ending story of nature. The magnificence and beauty, the constant struggle for survival, the colossal power, and fragility, of this planet. No one tells the story of life on Earth quite like him.
And there is no one else we’d rather hear it from.
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