Lockdown on the family farm has turned me into a small-scale Attenborough

Rural self-isolation has given one Guardian writer a chance to reappraise - and video - the natural world she grew up with

I've moved back to my parents' farm in Sevenoaks, Kent, after an absence of 10 years. Old school photos hang on my bedroom wall, my dad still has a fax machine, the radio in the kitchen is 1.5ft long and the freezer is full of meat. Veganism is off the menu.

Like many children, boredom was a familiar foe growing up. Two of my brothers, now in their 30s, have moved back home too, and we have to look to each other for entertainment. We've dusted off board games - last week we played Catan every evening - and have familiar arguments about who helps out the least around the house.