Greetings all, first up let's just say a big thank you to Anna, Shilpa and Sarah for taking the time to read and comment on my latest blog post. It's always refreshing to see your thoughts and likes/loves. It's most appreciated.
No doubt you're drawn to the rather odd title and it relates to watching a program by Ben Fogle on Channel 5 called Natural lives. It featured a wonderful gentleman in Croatia who went off the grid and is quite happy living out in the forest mostly on his own. He lives a life of total self sufficiency and isn't a refreshing way to see the world. Do check it out if you have time and there's a whole series on I believe. Ben Fogle for me is always a great presenter and does some very good programmes.
The Ukraine nonsense continues and suddenly we're hearing more overtones about the use of biological/chemical weapons. It's clearly a sign of desperation from Putin who's ready to do anything to win, despite the fact he will lose even if he wins. There's also rumours of him willing to explode a nuclear bomb in the sea or a distant location as a warning to the West. Clearly highly dangerous tactics and lord knows where that would lead. Let's hope that his generals will stop this madness but don't hold your breath.
Anyway, let's explore the annals of tales and poems and regale you with something you may enjoy :)
Fast Food
All is quiet. I will scavenge. My ears alert, my vision wide. A clearing lay ahead. The scent of others fills my nostrils. The stone axe in my hand ready. I see a rook gnawing at a rat. He sees me, squawks a hiss of anger before darting to the trees above. Bird meat would have been nice but the rat will be a poor second even if the creatures stomach is open. I toss the vermin into my sack.
I need more. Not as much as I did two weeks ago though. She was with me then. Then they came and took her. I fought, yet they were too strong. They left me alive though I don’t know why. I’m left with memories of her and regret. Why did she persuade me to go to the river?
There is no time for sentiment. Such thoughts turn you into prey. I hear the outbreak of laughter and shouts of abuse. I dash into the undergrowth and hold my breath. Four men, powerful, armed with spears approach a pack of dogs. All are hungry and both sides attack. It’s an easy fight for the warriors. The hounds are killed, tied and taken.
The men disappear. I will head to the forbidden place. There are rewards there but it’s so dangerous. Predators lay hidden and snares catch the unwary. I remember my old friend stepping into one. How he screamed when the trap but him. I ran, when I returned there was nothing but a long streak of blood. I hate cannibals.
My need is desperate. I can’t live off rat meat forever. The entrance to the great place awaits and I sprint for all my worth. All I hear is the frantic panic of my heart. I dash inside and ascend. There is a great place of hidden food there with so much treasure. No-one there. I grab a black stick and a square tablet. I steal a roll of parchment and find some suitable kindling.
I have to run for all my worth back to my hideout in the hills. My fitness is good and I thank the stars no-one has seen me. I empty the rat into the back of my cave. He should be good for a day or two. I look at my parchment and see the headline screaming about a Nordic invasion on the 12th July 2087. I crack open my box of cheese and pepperoni, take a bite from a chocolate bar and tear the paper apart before adding it to my fire. My new matches work well and soon I shall feed. I shall have to try the shopping centre next week.
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