Last night the Wildlife Trusts were kind enough to award me the Charles Rothschild and Miriam Rothschild Medal for services to conservation. I am a little overwhelmed, it has to be said – I’m just a writer, after all. Anyway. here’s what i said at at the do in the Mall Galleries last night
Many thanks for all this. I am deeply grateful, deeply honoured – and above all deeply humbled. Because obviously, I really don’t deserve this medal. Let me explain why.
I also work as a sportswriter, and I have covered six Super Bowls – that’s the big final in American football – that’s the one they play in helmets and shoulder pads. And after every Super Bowl they give an award to the MVP – to the Most Valuable Player. It generally goes to the winning quarterback, sometimes to a wide receiver or a running back.
But I’m not any of those things. I’m not even a tight end or free safety or a punt returner. In conservation terms I’m more of a cheerleader. And it’s as if the Wildlife Trusts have given the MVP award to one of the Oakland Raiderettes or the Chicago Honey Bears or the New Orleans Saint-sations. Never mind the players, let’s celebrate the people with the pompoms.
But if the Wildlife Trusts really do want to honour a cheer-leader, then I would like to say that I have always felt honoured and privileged to be one of the people out there with the pompoms cheering the team on. When it comes to all that rah-rah stuff, I’m your man – and I always will be.
I am out there cheering for all the real conservationists, all the people who deserve this award far more than I do.
They are the people working with brush-cutters and chroming dykes. They are the people counting birds.
They are the people conducting biological audits.
They are the people who spend far too long staring at the screen when they would sooner be out in the wild world looking at wild life.
They are the people who willingly sit in windowless rooms full of the greatest bores in this history of the planet because they know how important it is for conservation to be part of the decision-making process.
They are the people who accept being marginalised and trivialised and wilfully misunderstood.
They are the people who are constantly seen as sentimentalists trying to save nice fluffy animals when in fact, as the great Gerald Durrell said, what we’re actually trying to do is stop the human race committing suicide.
They are the people who are trying constantly to boost the wild world up the political agenda: knowing all along that the people who inhabit the world of power and money and politics have far more urgent and pressing and important things on their minds than the future of the planet.
But even these people I cheer for so lustily are comparatively low down my list of priorities when it comes to cheering. What I’m cheering for loudest of all is —
the sound of the curlews over the autumn marsh,
the flash of the kingfisher along the dyke,
the harrier that cruises over the landscape with such airy nonchalance,
the badger whose civilisation is founded on the phrase “I dig therefore I am”
the crowded clouded yellow butterflies on the cliff in Cornwall,
the grass snake swimming across the river,
the hoverfly that perches on solid air,
the whiskered face of an otter,
the white flash of a mountain hare,
the impossible appearance of a dolphin, rising magically from the sea like a magician’s rabbit leaping from a horizon-filling hat –
all that and the landscapes and seascapes that sustain them: oh brave old world that has such creatures in it!
These are things I cheer for, and if I deserve a medal for that, then so does every one else in this room, and so does every one out there paying the subs for the local county wildlife trust and for all the other conservation organisations. It’s because of real conservationists, and it’s because of the thousands and millions who support conservation, that the work of the conservation will go on. And one thing I can promise: I shall never give up cheering.
Marvellous acceptance speech for a well-deserved award,Simon. We cancelled our Times subscription of many years standing when they were stupid enough to annul the contract of their best and most perspicacious writer. Good to see that other people think about you as we do. Don’t let the so b…..s get you down!
Thanks for such cheering words! The B’s won’t succeed.
Congratulations – communicating about a cause is as important as carrying out its day to day activities – both types of work are necessary and neither is sufficient.
Peter
Many thanks for that. We all do what we can.
Congratulations, well deserved I’m sure.
Beautifully written btw.
Many thanks.
Congratulations. Beautiful speech.
Thanks.
Congratulations to you. And what a fantastic speech you gave.
Animals don’t have a voice, so people like you are needed to ensure that as many people as possible know about their cause.
Thanks for that, we all do what we can.
Congratulations for your well deserved award (and believe that you really do deserve it!). Please keep on cheering for these beautiful sights and lives, you do it so well, I hope more and more people will join you, I certainly do.
Good on you. Thanks for that.
Well done Simon ! Truly deserved, your books (The first one was how to be a bad birdwatcher) have helped me change how I see the world and redouble my efforts to stand up for nature and the oppressed.
Thank you, can’t tell you how much your words mean to me.
Congratulations! You do deserve the award, voices and writers are vital, to tell people what’s happening, what needs to be done, and hopefully inspire them to take action.
Sylvia
Very kind of you, we all do what we can as said before.
And cheering for all the animals you travel so widely to see and tell those of us who can’t get there just what they’re like.
And for me, the slightly ridiculous looking Tristram’s Grackle up there on top of Masada, round people’s feet, hoping they’ll drop a bit of food; or actually down at Ein Gedi, on the Dead Sea, entertaining uncaring humans with their haunting of tables; or the myriad cranes at the Huleh, along with the Black Kites, and the wild boars and all the rest.
You deserve the medal for telling all of us about the wonders of the world we can’t necessarily get to see, but will experience with you. And reminding us to look around next time we get out of the car or bus in a place that’s even just a little bit wild.
And then pay up to maintain this wonderful world.
Thank you for a lovely message. Never seen the Grackle, I must make a date.
If you get the chance, it’s well worth the trouble.
Simon, richly deserved award. Your words and work have inspired so many to take up the cause. You have this uncanny ability to tune into your readers and the natural world seamlessly, wow what a gift. If only the great man Gilbert White was able to make a late and somewhat unexpected appearance in the January transfer window! I would sign the two of you as star strikers for Wild World United! Top of the Premier planet league! Imagine the level of cheering the two of you would generate and rightly so. Between you two I would strongly suggest you’d have Messi and Ronaldo nervously twitching in their “Golden Boots” knowing their status as icons could be under threat from two pioneering individuals far more deserving than themselves.
What a lovely message. Fear I am unworthy to lace the boots of the great GW but would relish the chance of playing along side. Perhaps I would be able to give him an assist or two!
Really enjoyed reading this and your other blogs. Congratulations on a well-deserved award.
Martin
Many thanks, very grateful.
A fantastic speech made by someone that truly understands. I love reading your work as it has a way of articulating my own thought for me and somehow making sense of them. Very well desrved!
Thanks a million. Glad that one hit the spot.