Looking back on almost six months since the coronavirus pandemic hit the UK and lockdowns began up and down the country, I can’t help but still feel an enormous sense of responsibility. You couldn’t live where I am lucky enough to live, or do what I am lucky enough to do, alongside my husband, any other way. That’s because we are fortunate enough to live and work at Longleat, an Elizabethan manor house completed in 1580 that became the world’s first safari park outside of Africa in 1966.