Had a great day in the lush Malawian bush. Real privilege to meet Andrea, the researcher who is tracking the release baboons in the wild on a daily basis. She is so dedicated, living out here on her own in the bush for up to six months. Really admire that....Continue reading
What a great day. We visited Kasungu National Park so that Luke could meet Andr-ea (pronounced in a strange, very un-english, manner for some reason) who is a researcher in charge of collecting details of the baboons that have been released from the Lilongwe Wildlife Centre....Continue reading
It was another long day of filming this time at the Mua Mission – a very unusual place and not really my cup of tea at all. But the story needed covering and so we had to go. In the end it was interesting place and worth a visit – to see the animal cruelty in itself broke my heart and the rescue of the baboon and monkey was very worth while....Continue reading
Chisomo means Grace in Chichewa. Finally I had a nice name that I could pronounce! It was perfect for the dog whose leg I amputated last week. Saying goodbye was sad but it’s stories like hers that get me in the zone and ready for the next adventure. We did some GV’s in town – I was car security whilst Adam hopped and Marc and Bruce walked into the throng of people going about their Saturday morning business and filmed. A few takes for the final scene but finally got it in the bag. ...Continue reading
As it says in the title: it’s a wrap....Continue reading
Arrived after a very long flight and we were all shattered. Grenada is a beautiful island and it looks like it is going to be a very picturesque shoot. We all headed out for dinner in the evening and ventured into a Sushi bar – yes, a bit of strange choice for the Caribbean, but the fish restaurant was closed. It was Luke’s first forage into this Japanese delight and unfortunately we neglected to tell him that wasabi was a type of radish and not avocado. It was not a very pleasant experience....Continue reading
The most momentous thing in the last two weeks has been the building of Noah’s sandpit. I was determined to get this cracked before the next trip. It was a Father’s quest for his son; and having just read a book about Viking’s and feeling like I could suddenly carve a longboat out of the only tree in our garden, there was no stopping me digging a sandpit in the rabbit pen. It was destined to be a great sandpit and then I ordered 3 tonnes of sand to fill it and things started to get complicated....Continue reading
