Watching my daughter Freya, then four, run off into the woods with our new pup Felicity, I smiled to myself.
Her hair was tied into two curly bunches and she was completely covered in mud.
‘I don’t know who’s messier,’ I laughed to my partner, Tony, 40.
Freya loved the outdoors, and so did her little sister Eliza, then two.
When Freya wasn’t spending time with her big brother, Morgan, now 16, she was coming up with ideas on how to make the world a better place –
