I run/own a Woodland Management company.
I got here:
Unintentionally. Was a family business being allowed to fall apart which upset me quite a lot. I found out that it wasn't that different to running houses/kids/ etc and that bizarrely, I was good at it. So I did a deal which got rid of the people who were screwing things up,learned to use a handbill* and now absolutely love it.
It helps a lot that I'm virtually unemployable- I just cant work for other people. Its hard to think of a "normal" job I've had where I didn't end up just walking out in disgust.

So I've been self employed for about 15 years anyway, but this is the first time I've had to look after staff and subcontractors, so that was a bit daunting, but they're great lads, so that's ok.
I know I'm lucky to be doing what I love, and even when it's peeing down, the wind's blowing sideways at me and I've got mountains of wood to shift, I still stop now and again and remember how privileged I am to be there.
* I am still sh*t scared of chainsaws

- with my balance, I leave that to the lads.
