Due to the sheer amount of skat, guano and decaying rodents in my attic, I have to be careful about breathing in toxic airborne pathogens from the dust that floats around in the 50 degrees centigrade + heat. I started off using a shemagh around my face, then progressed to a dust mask and finally bought an old Czechoslovakian gas mask (unused, with a sealed cartridge). For light I use a Petzl head torch (kindly given to me by my friend Pete).
A few years back I paid one of the village gypsies to clean out the attic but it quickly refilled. I guess I’ll have to get someone to do it again. It’s one job I’d really rather not do myself as it’s a major biohazard and my lungs have only just recovered after going bad last winter.
Once the last leaves have fallen after Autumn, I’ll cut back the trees which are scraping against my roof as this will reduce the access the critters have to the attic, although I’m sure they’ll find other ways in. Then I’ll go on a rampage against them – most likely with a sonic deterrent.
Yesterday evening, while suffering from flu, I got the urge to try sleeping out in the forest during the Red deer stags’ rutting period. I hadn’t done it during this period before because I’ve had problems in the woods with hormonal enraged stags during this time in the past. But the noise of multiples of the giant beasts braying and roaring throughout the forest just seemed really appealing to experience first hand, alone, and in their space.
By the time I’d decided to go, there wasn’t much daylight left and my kit list was a hurried affair. I took a green garden tarp and some bungees to make a low slung swag shelter – 3 sided, with roof, back and floor, and front exposed to the fire. I brought an army bivi bag to sleep in, a kettle and some water for coffee.
The walk up the hillside and then through the forest to my intended campsite above a join in two ravines took longer than expected as I was ill. I arrived drenched in sweat and had just enough daylight to put up the shelter. Then it came to firelighting time. I’d forgotten to bring paper or cotton wool so resorted to birch bark outer. That went up no problem but the kindling around was drenched and as the forest got darker and darker I couldn’t venture off looking for drier stuff, or grass, etc. During this time the forest came alive, with large beasts crashing around and the occasional stag braying. I was so focused on peeling birch a short ways from my camp with help from my head torch, that a large growl nearby awoke me rudely. It took over an hour to get the fire lit using a cigarette lighter and I experienced dread throughout that time at the prospect of not having a fire through the night.
The importance of a fire can’t be underestimated. For cooking, for companionship, for safety. I collected enough dead fall to keep it going until dawn and my mood improved massively. I could begin to enjoy the various screams, grunts, barks and calls, and the sound of branches snapping under hoof out in the darkness.
I slept until 3 am and then the forest just seemed to erupt. As it didn’t start getting light until 5.30, that was a very long 2 hours and I made sure the flames of the fire were visible to any curious 4 legged passerby.
I thoroughly enjoyed the experience and it reminded me of the old saying that the best part of having an adventure is coming safely home… Thankfully, Veles had his dominions on short rein last night.
I’ve just returned from the UK after a gruelling 33 hour drive. My family and I went to the Wilderness Gathering at Bison Farm in Wiltshire. Absolutely superb event. Very relaxed and lots of skills to learn from experts. I gave a couple of lectures on life in the bush out in the Carpathians and we camped in the woods with some friends. I’d recommend it to anyone.
Our last meal on the camp fire consisted of bison sausages, elk sausages and boiled quail eggs. We drove past Stonehenge on the way home, which rounded the trip off nicely.
I’ve just done an interview with David Whelan of Vice Magazine for their Munchies section. The article turned out pretty positively:
Preppers Taught Me How to Eat When the World Ends