Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E01 – Belarus

This is an amazing BBC series on You tube that goes in six different parts of about 50 mn. each and are absolutely fascinating, there’s not one boring moment in them ( I have seen everyone of them) but as they’ve been put a copyright on, I can’t place them in this blog.

It goes from S03E01 to S03E06.

Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E01 – Belarus
Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E02 – Roger’s Rangers
Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E03 – Alaska
Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E04 – Namibia
Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E05 – Thailand
Ray Mears’ Extreme Survival S03E06 – New Zealand

There’s a huge amount of knowledge gained from it, captivating testimonies of survival and reconstructions of the stories with Ray Mears who is a brilliant reporter on survival skills around all these countries… it just transports you far away to the far corners of untouched wild life around the world.

Well worth relaxation time split into a few evenings 🙂

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The impracticality of distance February 1996 readjusted to a prose January 2013

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Those are writings from the 1990’s which I thought I’d never use due to my
lack of experience then, in writing but to my delight and surprise ( I do
surprise even myself! ) I got down to work on Sunday, took the core and changed
it totally using the words that cried out in attention and putting it in a prose
versus the article it was. I was astonished and

pleased at the result which shows, there is always a time for anything we write,
given we have patience and believe anything is possible with a drop of will 🙂

The impracticality of distance
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One O’clock
All is silent
Each one
Long gone
In their own
Planet of dreams

My mind floats
To many ports
One of them yours.
I think how
Far away
You too are long gone

In your world
Your vision
Inhabiting one
So strange to me.
Doing those same things
Void of mystery.

Eventful or not
Working, unwinding
So simple, so alive
What life is all about.
Practical
And tumultuous.

The ink flows
On my pages
Engraving words
Buried deep
Silence surrounding
This cubicle of thoughts.

Trying to make sense
Of life, of my love
For you.
They are there
Fooling me
Appeasing you

Erasing the,
Impracticality
The impossibility
Of distance.
Secrets of the night,
Leaving the world

Of darkness
Drifting toward
Daylight waking
To sunshine
Bracing a day
With the stamina

Of a professional.
Cold sometimes
Suppressing it,
Wanting to bury
Under covers
Your ingenuity.

Recognizable
Routine
To the bare eyes
Yet different.
By the impracticality
Of distance.