Ray Mears Need Not Worry
I spent last weekend in
the Lake District. A friend's family trusted six of us with
their impressive getaway, Brunt How, in
Ambleside.
After years of family holidays in the
Lakes, the scenery and weather were reliably familiar -
breathtaking and wet, respectively.
Saturday afternoon was spent tackling
a hill in entirely unsuitable attire - jeans, t-shirt and a
waterproof which, it turns out, is no longer waterproof. But I
thought I'd be ok so long as I had my phone. No need for
torches, water, food or anything remotely practical. After all, I
had my phone. Help was just a call away if anything disastrous
happened.
Ten minutes into the walk and my
pockets were full of water with my phone enjoying a jolly good
wash. Much to my horror, it was also jolly well broken. As were the
four phones in my friend's sodden rucksack. So there went our
helpline.
Fortunately one member of the group
had the sense to buy a compass and map - no wifi, Bluetooth or SMS
applications, but they helped us find our way to shelter (the
nearest pub, coincidentally).
Although it felt good to soldier on
without the paraphernalia of modern life, this experience brought
home how reliant we all are on technology and how unprepared we are
when it is unceremoniously snatched away from us.
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