Recharge

The bush is listless and perfectly silent. It is deafening, but for the ring in my ears. I inhale the crisp moist coniferous autumnal air deeply into my lungs. I love the boreal forest. It has a magical healing quality. The Northern hemisphere is part of my dna. I am decompressing at a fast rate.

Last weekend Goldenbollocks and I caught Muse in Oslo. They blew me away, again. They arrived in typical grand style, as if they had just landed from another planet. They are from another musical planet. The dedicated army of tweenies in the mosh pit was peaking. They rock.

When Hunterboy picked me up on Friday afternoon, there was no one in the world I was happier to see. I am on the phone for the whole 5 hour trip to Sweden, ranting. I apologise. I take one final call, I am silent and say nothing on the call. I hang up. He turns to me and asks me how my wife is doing, smiling.

There are not many birds this year. A cold spring and a low stock of alternative species for predators has hit the bird population hard. The morning sesh is done and we make camp and the fire. We eat, drink and fire up a couple of Habanos. We are lying on our backs with the dog snuggled between us looking up at sky blue. The sun is blazing. We laugh like school boys falling dizzily into the arms of a boreal nap.

I met Renny and the Bitches last week for a beer in Oslo to discuss the blogfest next August. Renny and I are impressed the Bitches rock up, a couple are from a different city. Cool. Renny is a beautiful human being. The bitches are absolutely lovely, and quite tasty. The animated discussion is infectious. Everyone will contribute to making the blogfest a great success. I make a note to name my new band Renny and the Bitches.

Hunter's dinner consists of pork filet in juice, fresh veg and 2 bottles of excellent claret followed by whisky for desert. The dead soldier count of the day’s pils consumption is high. The half bottle of aquavit was medicinal. I am horizontal at 7:00. I am fucking exhausted. I am sawing major timber by 7:01. I am woken 12 hours later by the sound of the dog slurping his balls. By gods that’s a great design feature.

I have taken so many flights in the past two weeks I am thinking my next property purchase will be an airport. The purchase of a tour plane, of course, must follow.

We saw 12 birds and got 4 shots away between us. There is nothing in the bag. It is the worst season on record. We are ready to depart the boreal forest. We have a long drive ahead of us. I promise not to use my phone. Anyway, my phone battery is dead. Thankfully my mojo battery has started to recharge, but I think it will take a couple of months to get it fully charged again.

Beaverboosh