Oxygen Conservation

Oxygen Conservation is proud to announce that its Invergeldie Estate Woodland Creation project has been assigned a BeZero Carbon ex ante Rating of AApre with low execution risk, placing it among the highest-rated afforestation, reforestation and restorati

We are delighted to announce that applications are now open for the Oxygen Accelerator, an innovative venture programme designed to support entrepreneurs building the rural businesses that will transform the future of conservation in the UK. Scaling Conse

Peatlands cover just 3% of the world's land area, yet store at least 550 billion tonnes of carbon, more than all the world's forests combined. Formed over millennia under waterlogged conditions, peat soils lock carbon away on geological timescales, making

When restoring land, one question returns again and again: When do we step back and let nature run its course, and when do we step in to protect what's already there? This balance between allowing change, even stepping in to accelerate it, and safeguardin

I don't post much. Partly because I've been so busy, and partly because I wasn't sure I had earned the right to say much yet. I'm still not entirely sure - but two years feels like a reasonable moment to reflect. In April 2024, I joined Oxygen Conservatio

Inverting Performance Management One of my favourite elements of working at Oxygen Conservation is how we deliver performance management. Now, before you recoil in your seat and wonder what this crazy HR person is thinking, bear with me because this is NO

Culture gets worse as a company grows. It's a universally accepted truth. Perhaps even part of the panacea of management truisms like Parkinson's Law or Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. But is it true? There's an exception to every rule. A variable that break

Some landscapes feel alive in an obvious way. Others ask you to slow down before they reveal themselves. Peatlands are like that. I remember, as a boy, stepping out of the wind into a peat hag to have my lunch when walking on the moor with my father. Even

Have you ever stood in a place so still, so full of possibility, that it felt as though the earth beneath your feet was pausing waiting to see whether you'd be brave enough to help it recover? That was me one cold morning this autumn, standing at the edge

I spent many happy hours crouched on the bank of a river as a child, peering into the shallows with a net in my hand, heart pounding at what I might find beneath the water's surface? For me, it began there. Aged five, scooping minnows with the occasional