Showing posts with label Robin Pratt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Robin Pratt. Show all posts

Monday, 26 February 2024

IF CARLSBERG BREWED BEAUTY


There are so many horrors in the world right now that I badly need some mental medication and one way of recovering is to remember some of the inspiring natural beauty I've enjoyed around the world.


Having been privileged to visit some remarkable places during my sixty years making wildlife films, and even though concentrating behind a film camera, my basic happy-snapper clicks away when time allows.














Choosing the first place to visit in my 'Carlsberg Beauty' idea is easy because the Andes Mountains in Patagonia are so stunning, especially in the Torres del Paine National Park. I was lucky to camp here in the wilds with my assistant and good friend Donaldo Maciver on and off for more than two years. Donny was a gaucho from Argentina, well versed in the challenges of surviving in the wilds and a great companion, though n
ow most sadly departed. 


 



Our task was to try to make a first ever film on pumas for National Geographic television. Pumas are also called mountain lions or cougars in North America and the adventure with these big cats was as memorable as life gets, for even finding them was a relentless though rewarding challenge. 

 


Ruthlessly persecuted by the gauchos, these pumas were terrified of humans and during the first few weeks, they simply fled on even sensing our presence and despite being protected by law, the local gauchos infiltrated the National Park while we were filming and shot at least three pumas. So it took me four months to try to befriend and eventually win the trust of just one cat, this beautiful lady we called Penny.  After several more months of tense relationship building, she allowed me the privilege of following her around the mountains while she looked for prey.



I was writing a book about her adventures and as I’m not a good enough stills photographer, I asked my good friend and ace photographer, Laurie Campbell to join me in Chile and take some proper pictures of her. So these beautiful pics of Penny are Laurie’s work and though several of the pics of the park and scenery are mine, the good ones are Laurie's! We had a great few weeks out there together, trying to find the cats and do justice to this stunning place, so I should crack on and finish writing that book.



Mountain lions are notorious in the Americas for killing one or two people each year, so I hoped that when she looked at me like this, she wasn’t thinking ‘dinner’!



In fact, soon after I had finished my film in Torres del Paine National Park, a fisherman was killed down by the lake where I had been filming and if it had happened while I was there, I certainly wouldn’t have been following her around in the middle of the night!



On one occasion, I was filming her eating a kill when the moon became hidden behind thick clouds, and as there was no light for my special lens, I curled up in the heather to catch some sleep. But curiosity got the better of her and she crept up to sniff my head. She gave me a hell of a fright and I certainly didn’t risk that nightmare again, so sat on a stool instead!



The bond of trust we had between us was remarkable, for she was relaxed enough to allow me to follow her as she hunted and when resting in the sun,
 I was allowed to sit quietly by my camera just a few yards away. She would even curl up to sleep .




Even though pumas are the star attraction in the park, there are many more critters, some of which are on the big cats menu, the most notable being the guanaco, the direct ancestors of lamas and surprisingly perhaps, also related to the African camels before the continents separated.



They are formidable animals, tall and muscular and weigh twice that of pumas, so hanging onto them when and if they catch hold of one is a dangerous mission and can lead to injury. 



Success is hard earned and one in maybe eight attempts a winner but once achieved, they provide a meal for several days, or a lot less when Penny had two cubs to feed.



Worse still, she had competition from the numerous Andean Condors, so had to be careful to cover the carcass before dawn to hide it from preying eyes. I was lucky to film her scraping paw fulls of vegetation for twenty minutes or so while the cubs played rugby scrum wrestling until she had covered the carcass. They then took an interest in my huddled form and it was slightly alarming sitting there in the dark surrounded by three large cats looking intently at a slightly nervous me! They would leave as dawn approached and if she hadn't done a good enough job, the condors would devour several days of cat food in a few hours.



The ostrich like rhea is also on her menu, foxes too if they aren't quick enough when scavenging her kills, and foxes never missing an opportunity for a meal, they learnt to hang around camp for scraps. Taming them was easy, dog biscuits being very welcome, though little bits of cheese were so desirable that I had them eating off my knee.

They dug an earth close to our camp, their 'supermarket', so Laurie was able to set up a hide and photograph the charming little cubs.





All this was unfolding among this stunning scenery, come rain, snow or shine … or storms. These 'lenticular' clouds are whipped up by the cold from the largest glacier in South America, hidden just behind the 
mountains. They create wind ... and I mean WIND, so fierce that it has blown roofs off hotels, rolled Land Rovers and lifted water off lakes into the mountains. There is a famous saying ‘that if you want to see Patagonia, you just stand still and it will all blow past you’!



Missing Sue and our two children at home, I would always go home for important occasions, especially Christmas, so I was away from Penny for a few weeks. Then upon returning, and despite not seeing me for a while, she walked up and greeted me with a meow. It was unforgettable because that trust, even affection between human and wild animal is as good as life gets, especially if you’re a wildlife film-maker. 
      Even now, remembering that moment brings tears to my eyes.


And there’s a happy ending to this adventure, for our film was so admired by the local hotels and lodges in the National Park that on rainy days, they would show it to their guests. And when visiting six years later for a holiday with my soul mate Robin Pratt to celebrate my sixtieth birthday, I was recognised by the staff and my brief moment of fame resulted in gifts of food and wine. 

What kind folk the Chileans are, especially those in our  hosteria on this beautiful lakeside island, with views to die for.




I had known Robin since my teenage years at school, for he and his two sisters lived up in the remote hills of central Wales 
and their love of wildlife was an inspiration, so I spent memorable holidays with the family, walking the hills looking for red kites. 


They were very rare then, down to just a few pairs, so their recovery is a remarkable good news story.



Robin became RSPB warden on Ramsey Island and when not mending stone walls, we'd dive among the seals for lobsters and count choughs. Robin met and married Judy and they raised three daughters on Ramsey, farming red deer on the island until school dictated a move to the mainland, and in case you're wondering where this story is going, he started breeding guanacos in Wales and it became the largest such farm in Europe. His visit to Chile with me to study the Park's guanacos helped him to understand their complex behaviour and his herd grew to about two hundred and fifty, providing some of the finest wool scarves in the world. Guanaco fleece is wonderfully warm - and they need it!


And there's another happy ending to our filming because I'm told by our friends in Chile that, because of the film, it didn’t take long for the estancia owners to realise that tourists were worth more dollars than sheep, so stopped killing the pumas and provided 'home stays' on their estancias so their tourists could enjoy watching wildlife, with pumas the star attraction. Since then, all the wildlife has flourished, there’s many more pumas now and they’ve become so tame that large film crews can stand among the big cats and are ignored, even with drones flying over the cats heads.


The resulting films of these beautiful big cats and their hunting and family life are truly remarkable, not least the recent Attenborough series on the BBC called ‘Dynasties’. So it’s a win, win result, our pioneering film not only saving pumas but proving that wildlife on television can indeed have a positive effect on our natural world and its' wildlife. 

So some good news instead of bad. Excellent!


And if you still need some more beautiful photography for happiness medication and would like to admire more of Laurie Campbell's lovely images, you can visit his website. 



There's hundreds of stunners ... and he's illustrated and written many lovely books such as ' Otters - Return to the river', 'Highlands - Scotland's Wild Heart' and 'Golden Eagles', even contributing to one of mine, 'The Great Wood of Caledon'.

I have other friends who are 'Carlsberg' photographers, so I'll  add some more of my stories from the wilds and from some great cities too when time allows. So watch this space and enjoy the spring beauty out in the fresh air.


Tuesday, 31 December 2013

CELEBRATING LIFE WITH FRIENDS



Chris concentrating on stripy dreams


You can’t beat sharing a day out in our beautiful countryside with good friends and I’ve been privileged to enjoy the company of many pals during this last year. So I thought it would be fun on this final day of the year to scroll through my diary of events and show their smiling faces … mine too if I’ve caught anything.

a perfect cup of Kelly Kettle tea
Mr.Yates and I spent many happy hours trying to catch perch on the River Stour, in between tea drinking and watching otters … but my best perch came from Sway Lakes when roach fishing.

a beautiful big perch 

Apart from Chris, my regular fishing partner is Trevor Harrop of Avon Roach Project fame. We try to get out for a day once a week but the realities of life mean that we only ever manage a few of the outings we hope for. Having said that, we always enjoy the banter and camaraderie, fish or no fish and though we did catch our share, that cliché I mentioned in my last post, “there’s more to fishing than catching fish” is never truer than when out with a good friend.
Trevor doing what he does best - trotting a float for roach
 
I was doing the same but only caught a bream

Jim's always smiling, even when blanking!
Whenever he had time off from the EA, our friend Jim Wreglesworth would join our happy gathering. He has two lads and is brilliant at encouraging them to go fishing. They love it and often show Jim how it should be done.

Charlie with River Ebble  grayling
a carrier caught pike for Ben
Charlie's big roach from a small stream
We must all try to invest in our children and encourage them to care for our wildlife and countryside in the hope that they become our future conservationists. Our rivers need all the help they can get and Jim is certainly doing his bit.
a splendid brownie for Jim

filming Matthew Wright on the Wylye
Avoiding work whenever possible didn’t always succeed and I ended up doing rather too much as usual, though I appreciate the chance to try to help our rivers survive the many threats they face. I made a film for the S&TA on their legal challenge to the government for not looking after our chalk streams properly.
Matthew with S&TA's CEO Paul Knight and Head of Science, Dr. Janina Grey


I also worked with the Dorset Wildlife Trust in trying to raise the profile of our lovely local river, the Allen, one of the finest chalk streams in the country. I made another film about it and gave several talks to raise the profile of the river and it’s fish life … and against my better judgement, ran two fund raising film shows on behalf of the Trust so that more habitat enhancement and protection could be achieved for the river’s wildlife.

I’m shy, so standing up in front of three hundred people [twice] is more frightening than facing an angry tiger … but thanks to DWT’s help and  the many generous supporters, we raised more than £4,000, so I guess it was worth the effort.

With publicity for our beleaguered rivers in mind, I did a long interview for the Angling Times, filmed for their website, along with another one for the BBC which went worldwide, so I was trying to get the message across to as many folk as possible, something I failed to do when filmed by the BBC for a major wildlife series. As I mentioned in my previous post, my warnings hit the cutting room floor, so maybe we need to shoot the messenger! At least I got to meet Ellie Harrison ; what a lovely lady.





Enough about work for one year. Mr.Yates is a keen supporter of our local football team, Southampton and one of my best fishing pals is Gerry Higham, a lifelong supporter of Man.U … along with being a generous supporter of the Avon Roach Project … so Chris and I were kindly invited up to Old Trafford for the match between our two teams, [I for the second time this year].
three great men?!


in the theatre of dreams - we came away with a point too
Gerry with a fat chub
Yates knows a thing or two about chubbing
We also fitted in a bit of fishing on the River Dane and were joined by ‘A Passion for Angling” fan Tommy. 

carp angler Tommy caught his first ever barbel on his first ever try at river fishing! 
We all caught fish and we shared the points at the football too, so we were all happy apart from Gerry who was sad to loose two points to us southern softies. I took him crucian fishing down here in the summer in recognition of his kindness and luckily delivered him his first ever crucian over a pound, a cracker of 2.8, so we were all happy.
Gerry with a cracking crucian


the Scillies are glorious - our little island of Brhyer from a hilltop on Tresco
our happy foursome - we go back almost to childhood
May saw Sue and I enjoying the lovely sunshine on the Scillies with long time friends, Michael and Penny and in between lots of walking and birding I managed a cast or two for a wrasse. What bonnie fish.




Then with my friend for life, wife Sue, enjoyed walking some of the most beautiful spots in sunny Dorset.


 
the views of the Jurassic Coast from Golden Cap are wonderful
dreaming about fish soup in Lyme Regis
Come June 16th I had to abandon her for other friends! Crucians, roach, tench and mullet filled our heads and landing nets and we were smiling all the way home.


Angler's Mail portrait by Gary Newman
first day bar of gold
nothing like a risky swim if you have dodgy tackle
a perfect summer fish
Trev happily crucian missing
computer guru Chris Wild with a PB golden tench
celebrating the start of the season - why are these party pictures always blurred?

long time friend Malcolm with a biggie
a perfect Sway two pounder
a welcome round the door when I eventually returned - but not for long
countless mullet swirl before sunrise but you can't catch them!
The summer sun burnt down from a cloudless sky and many days were spent with friends, drifting Christchurch Harbour for roach and mullet. If a mullet grabbed the bait offered on roach tackle, the fear of a broken rod was very acute.
another battler for a happy Steve
pre wedding party with Ollie and Rachel on my birthday - blurred again!
Michael and Penny’s son Ollie and Rachel were married in Sussex so I had to clean some of the mud off my wellies ... but it was a happy weekend of lovely frocks and tasty food.


Summer rolled on into Autumn. A brief foray into the Fens to go back to my childhood haunts before yet more harbour battles, then barbel called.
Chris Hammond with a lovely big Fen rudd

Steve with a monster mullet and a fight to remember
a tasty sea trout for Sue - but I had to put it back

Trev laughing at the diver that rose in our swim

you couldn't make it up

so we moved and Trev caught this thin but sparkling bass
we smiled a lot in the Bridge Pool because we caught lots of roach
what beautiful golden fish - wye don't I fish for them more often?
Autumn is a time for reflection perhaps. We have all lost loved ones and angling has too, though it's not for me to single out any names as we all regret their loss in our own ways. My great friend from childhood Robin Pratt passed away and I shall always miss him. We had so many adventures in the wildest places and grew up together. and though he's gone physically, I'll always have the memories to treasure.

Robin in the Andes Mountains of Patagonia
their garden has spectacular Cotswold views - and some
We spent a lovely Autumn weekend in the Cotswolds with long time friends Rick and Jen ... we worked together in the BBC film unit forty odd years ago and have met up every year since - it's a tradition we treasure ... and our friend from BBC Springwatch filming Mark Rylands came to study river monitoring locally so stayed and cooked us a memorable Thai meal.
Rich and Jen taking the sun 

blurred yet again
 
as tasty a plate as you could ever wish to eat - Mark can catch barbel too
Lots of filming and editing was required in the Autumn and so was a holiday to mark Sue’s birthday and our 42nd wedding anniversary … blimey, that’s a long time! We went to Islay again … one of the most wonderful places for wildlife in Britain … and malt whisky!
Hebridean skies like a Turner painting - I tried and failed

self portrait on the exact spot we camped on 42 years ago
A days walking and birding on Brownsea Island followed before the storms hit. The River Stour cut Wimborne off and sadly, two large birches were blown over in our garden but we didn't suffer hardships like some poor folk.
it was so warm that it was difficult to believe it was December
 
River Stour floods closed the road to Wimborne
50ft of old growth birch uprooted by the gales
the old birch on the left on it's way over - it was woodpecker heaven too
A treat before Christmas involved filming the catching of winter carp for Martin, then Trev. put the iceing on the cake by catching that rarest of fish, a two pound river roach.
a glorious winter carp for Martin

in Britain it's now one of nature's rarest creatures 
Ain’t it wonderful when friends smile into the camera in delight at actually getting to touch the creature of their dreams. No wonder fishing is good for you ... and Sue loves it too because when I return from a day out with my mates, I’m a happy man. And today we have Michael and Penny and Rick and Jen coming for our New Year celebrations. All six of us have gathered at each others homes for over forty years and we still manage to stay awake until after midnight ... but only just!

Do hope you all have an enjoyable year of happiness and fulfilment. It’s good out there in the wilds … we'll certainly be trying to be there more often next year.
wonderful walking country - and there's eagles in them there hills