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Kate Nicholls left England to raise her five children in Botswana: an experience that would change each of their lives. Living on a shoestring in a lion conservation camp, Kate home-schools her family while they also learn at first hand about the individual lives of wild lions. Their deep attachment to these magnificent animals is palpable.
The setting is exotic but it is also precarious. When the author is subjected to a brutal attack by three men, it threatens to destroy her and her family: post-traumatic stress turns a good mother into a woman who is fragmented and out of control.
In this powerfully written, raw and often warmly funny memoir, we witness the devastation of living with a mother whose resilience is almost broken, and how familial structures shift as the children mature and roles change. Under the CamelthornTree addresses head-on the many issues surrounding motherhood, education, independence, and the natural world; and highlights the long-lasting effect of gender violence on secondary victims. Above all, it is an inspiring account of family love, and a powerful beacon of hope for life after trauma.
296 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 4, 2019
The life I was leading in England was neither preparing me nor enabling me to participate in a world that was changing more rapidly than at any time in human history. My life was safe and comfortable, and thus not challenging. Without challenge there is no growth.
I wanted my children to adventure. Adventures are not luxuries, nor are they frivolous escapades. They are the fundamental building blocks of which our species stands. Our Pleistocene ancestors took risks, met unusual experiences and resolved problems daily. Our ancestors were all successful adventurers.
‘Why did you choose to live in Botswana?’ Wilson asked.
‘Ah, you won't believe me but it's true. The day I decided to move to Africa I opened the Times Atlas on the relevant page, shut my eyes and let my finger drop. It landed on the Congo, and after a moment's reflection I thought best not – so I tried again and that time my finger landed on Botswana. Boom – done.’
Within minutes we were communing on the joys of Darwinism and our mutual admiration for Richard Dawkins. An inspiring school teacher had given Wilson a copy of The Selfish Gene and it had motivated him to complete his secondary education and apply to university. For me it was The Extended Phenotype that had generated a life-changing epiphany.
‘I hadn't realised how hungry I was for a fresh perspective until I read that book ... I just devoured it,’ I said eagerly. ‘It inspired me to study biology and to look at the world refreshed by deeper understanding. It changed me.’ …
Over the next few months I devoured GCSE and A-Level biology textbooks, I acquired a ticket to the Bodleian Library and I read every paper cited by Dawkins in The Extended Phenotype’s extensive bibliography. Then I hired a maths tutor to help me unravel mathematical language that stumped me. When I came up for air, I was empowered. Dawkins had handed me a compass and given me the means to ask directed questions. Questions are what fascinate me: answers are only stepping-stones on which we rest to catch our breath.
...‘I know Richard Dawkins,’ I said [to Wilson]. ‘I wrote to him to ask him a question and he replied.’
Wilson looked at me in shocked admiration.
‘I know.’ I laughed. ‘I was pretty astonished too. ... Not only did he reply but he was kind enough to teach me … [I] attended some pretty amazing lectures tutorials and conferences, all thanks to Richard.’
Think of Swallows and Amazons, except that this story is true and it all happens far from the comfort of England. Think of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, except that the Lion Children need no magic wardrobe to pass through; no fake world of wonder. The real Africa, humanity's cradle, is more magical than anything C. S. Lewis could dream up.
This accomplished book is entirely the work of its young authors, but it isn't hard to guess the source of their ability to do it — their imagination, their enterprise, their unorthodoxy, their adventurous spirit. My wife and I first met Kate Nicholls, their mother, in 1992 when she was living in the Cotswolds, pregnant with Oakley, commuting to study in Oxford libraries. A successful actress, she had become disillusioned with the stage and developed, in her late thirties, a passion (passion is the story of her life) for the science of evolution. Kate doesn't do anything by halves and, for her, an interest in evolution meant deep immersion in libraries, digging up the original research literature. With only minimal guidance from me in what became a series of informal tutorials, her reading transformed her into something of a scholarly authority on Darwinian theory. Her eventual decision to pull up roots and head for Botswana, where Darwinism can be daily witnessed in practice, seemed entirely in character: a natural, if unconventional, extension of the same scholarly quest. Her children, one can't help feeling, have a pretty fortunate inheritance, as well as an almost unique environment in which to realize it.
They also have to thank their mother for their education, and this is perhaps the most surprising aspect of their life. Quite soon after arriving in Botswana, Kate decided to teach them herself. A brave decision, I think I would have counselled against it. But I would have been wrong. Although all their schooling is done in camp, they keep proper terms, have challenging homework assignments and work towards internationally accredited exams. Kate gets good results by standard educational certifications, while at the same time tending, indeed enhancing, the natural sense of wonder that normal children too often lose during their teens, I don't think any reader of these pages could fail to judge her unorthodox School in the Bush a brilliant success. (https://archive.org/stream/DevilsChaplainARichardDawkins/Devil_s_Chaplain_A_-_Richard_Dawkins_djvu.txt)