I live in a little, cosy, wooden, farmhouse, surrounded by forest and lakes. It is totally peaceful here. I have no neighbours, except Reindeer, and the occasional Moose.
I am a self employed photographer, which is good as I can work when I need to and not when I don't.
As an underwater Divemaster and Instructor I lived abroad, in the Mexican Caribbean, for ten years, running dive trips, by day, and exploring the cave systems, by night.
I helped explore the world longest water filled cave system, (about 50 kms) in the jungle of the Yucatan, and then moved to Florida where I managed a Cave Diving Adventure shop in Alachua County.
Eventually I returned to England (that was a shock) and lived on a narrow boat and worked daily as a motor-sport photographer, at Silverstone.
I did not enjoy the hectic pace so after several years I 'escaped' to the Highlands of Scotland, where I taught myself winter mountain survival skills, and adventured, mostly by myself, on the tops, for 32 winter days. I went climbing just once in the summer. I think it was in reaction to the insects and mosquitoes back in the Jungle. Scotland can be hell in the summer with flying bitey things! I lived in a caravan without heating and during the winter, if the weather got really cold, I opened the fridge to warm up.
I was then invited to the Swedish Arctic on a survival course, by an ex- army survival expert, but when he arrived he got a paid job as a chef, at the local airport restaurant, and so I was left to survive outside, by myself, instead.
I lived outside with no tent and mostly without a fire or cooking equipment in temperatures as low as minus 20C, for six weeks. I bought my food in town and ate it quickly before it froze solid. Tomatoes and Peanut Butter are pretty useless when completely frozen solid!
I have now been living, here, in Sweden for over five years and have no plans to return to the UK. Ever!
I have learnt that paradise is all in the head and this is about as good as it gets.
Before my story begins I should first qualify myself. Much of my life is repetitive, dull and quite unremarkable but when I do actually get out there and get going then something strange seems to happen and quite independently of any apparent input from me, adventure seems to find its way to me, beating down my door, quite unhindered by the usual vines, thickets and brambles of most adventures. To put it more simply...shit just seems to happen to me. This is not a work of fiction. Everything you read actually happened although some of the finer details may have been changed for the usual reasons and also because of poor my memory when relating to events so long ago. My Grandmother and my Grandfather had been Methodist missionaries in Africa and India for nearly
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