Call of the Wild…
Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there’s nothing else to gaze on,
Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore,
Big mountains heaved to heaven, which the blinding sunsets blazon,
Black canyons where the rapids rip and roar?
Have you swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,
Searched the Vastness for a something you have lost?
Have you strung your soul to silence? Then for God’s sake go and do it;
Hear the challenge, learn the lesson, pay the cost.
Excerpt of Call of the Wild, Robert Service
Anyone who knows me well will know that I’ve recently been the Catering Manager for Ourea Events. Unusually all four events for the year were timetabled into one great big block over 7 weeks. Thousands of meals served in green field sites in some of Britain’s most pristine and stunning landscapes. I didn’t see much from the catering tent and was left with a feeling of having missed something.
Falling out of the Ourea time warp (felt like I’d be away months not weeks), I felt odd… ill-at-ease. I’d expected to drop into beautiful restful nights of the deepest sleep brought on by you know, having a bed! (We camped for all the Ourea work). Not so. I’ve been in a state of restlessness and weariness where sleep just isn’t possible. I’ve tried yoga, meditation, walking Georgia…
The need to flee came upon me. The Call of the Wild. Placing one foot in front of the other… More camping? A holiday cottage? Gut said no.
Campervan? Life delivered.
Adventure from the old french ‘aventure’ meaning ‘destiny’ ‘fate’ ‘a chance event’.
Scotland is the obvious choice.
Tomorrow 5 Oct.