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Wild and Tranquil
Wild and Tranquil
Wild and Tranquil
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This story is about solitude in the face of impending extinction. A man past middle age decides to turn his back on a doomed society and set himself up in a bush camp far away from the civilization that has systematically encroached on and decimated the planet’s environment.
The atmosphere was becoming so polluted breathing was difficult and every day, sapped each individual life force, the rainfall was so acidic, instead of nourishing the plant life as it always had, it caused green leaves to shrivel and the roots to die. The oceans no longer supported their former abundant, thriving sea life and lapped onto the shores in listless, oily slurps.
Our character packed his four wheel drive with all the equipment and supplies he could carry and retreated into the mountains and dense bush land of New Zealand’s South Island, in its largely wild and almost unexplored South Westland. Here the mountain streams were less polluted and the leaves on the vegetation still green. Even much of the animal life still survived and he was still able to awake each morning to the bird’s early chorus.
The book follows his years of solitude and introspection as he carves out an existence in the wild and how a chance visitor in the night gives some purpose to his life. Perhaps there is something in this writing most of us can relate to in some stage of our lives.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 3, 2018
ISBN9781370487257
Wild and Tranquil
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Alastair Batchelor

Born 1941 in Dunedin, New Zealand. Moved to Thailand in 2004 where he worked as a teacher and manager at an English Language school. Alastair and his Thai wife live in a rural area about 150 km from Bangkok and enjoy being part of the local community. Although the years are catching up. he still enjoys getting out on a Kawasaki sports bike and feeling the wind in his hair, stopping frequently to observe, photograph and video the nature around us. A student of human nature, Alastair feels, living in a grass roots community, offers a far greater opportunity to get to know his neighbors as real people

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    Wild and Tranquil - Alastair Batchelor

    Wild and Tranquil

    By

    Alastair Batchelor

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    Copyright 2015

    Alastair Batchelor

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    Table of Contents

    Forward

    Chapter 1 A Family Around Us

    Chapter 2 A Visitor in the Night

    Chapter 3 Getting Acquainted

    Chapter 4 A Visit to Civilization

    Chapter 5 Replenishing Stores

    Chapter 6 Realization

    Chapter 7 A Never Ending Sunset

    Chapter 8 The Day Fades

    Foreword

    Not much light penetrated this gloom and the little which did, was softened and absorbed by the dark greens of the ferns, moss and lichen covered stones. Sheltered by massive and ancient trees from winds and deflecting all, but the heaviest of rain, it provided an ideal place to establish a bush camp. The position was far enough away from the gurgling, tumbling stream to make sure it was not washed away by one of the flash floods, which born of violent rain-storms high in the mountains, came roaring down the valleys behind a two meter high wall of water, carrying trees and boulders before them. Think, a terrifying tsunami contained between the steep walls of ravines. Strong enough to pick up a D7 Caterpillar bulldozer and deposit it miles downstream, there was little warning, just a grinding and rumbling as huge boulders and uprooted trees were tumbled together.

    In winter, the snow didn’t settle here under the trees and hanging moss, it was still cold, but the banked fire and earth sod walls helped to keep me alive. Meat from deer, wild pigs, sheep, rabbits and goats kept reasonably fresh, or at least edible so long as it was hoisted high enough in the pine trees, while flour, salt, sugar and similar could be protected by keeping them tightly wrapped in a tin and a plastic container buried in the bank.

    Cooking was not much of a problem. A Maori oven was dug into the bank and an open fire with its chimney constructed from stones and clay collected from the stream carried away the smoke. My living and sleeping space was kept dry, this time with several sheets of corrugated iron found behind an old abandoned mine and furniture contrived over time from whatever materials came to hand. Crude I suppose, but comfortable. When I found some more discarded piping from another derelict site, I would have running water, not that it was much of a problem to just walk down to the stream.

    I had thought that time would be the greatest burden, but surprisingly there was always something to do. Hunting for wild game, collecting bird’s eggs, setting snares for eels and fishing took up a lot of time. Then there was always wood to be cut and stacked ready for cooking and stave off the all too frequent cold spells. I had to keep busy, or the dark brooding thoughts that were never far away, would descend like a tangible, suffocating black cloud to destroy me.

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