I’ve got three boys, aged nine, six and three and they love what I do. When I get home from filming all I want is a cup of tea and a bubble bath, and all they want to do in show me the ants they’ve collected. Part of me thinks "brilliant", because that’s how I was, and the other half thinks they’ve got to get a normal job. The other day, we couldn’t find Huckleberry [Bear’s youngest child] for about an hour. We searched everywhere and then we went outside and heard this little squeak coming from a tree and about 50 foot up, right at the top, we saw his tiny little face poking through the leaves. We took a picture of him grinning, and then we were like, “Er... don’t panic”. Another time, the kids were watching television and a promo for Born Survivor came on. In it I was jumping around and stuff and at the end of it my children turned to me and said “Papa, what were you thinking?!”
- an extract from the book I'm currently not writing. I hope this answers your question.