My all time favourite book is
'The Worst Journey In The World'
by Cherry Apsley Garrard, 1922.
Described by Conde Nast Traveller as
'A Masterpiece'
it is the favourite travel book of Paul Theroux amongst many others, and is voted as being one of the best travel books of all time, so clearly I have taste!
Cherry was one of the youngest people on Scott's last Antarctic voyage and was one of the people who then had to go out and find them when they were coming back from the pole.
It is a full account from before they left Cardiff on the Terra Nova (NOT the Discovery!) in 1910 right through to the end in 1913, written with the hindsight of 10 years.
The book's title actually refers to a journey Cherry, Wilson and Bowers did the
winter before to collect Emperor Penguin eggs at Cape Crozier as it was thought that in the early stages, the penguin developed in a different way from other species, but nobody could prove it without eggs collected at the right stage.
They got to Cape Crozier, and collected only a handful of eggs due to the horrific weather and ended up breaking all but one because of the conditions they were in. After collecting the eggs, their tent blew away in hurricane force winds, but fortunately it was later found a few hundred feet away as, due to its design, it had flown right up, and then closed on itself, causing it to loose lift. Nothing short of a small miracle in a hurricane, given that it could easily have blown away never to be seen again.
Realising they were in dire straights, they didn't hang about long and started on their journey back, encountering temperatures as low as -77 as they did so.
When Cherry took the sole surviving egg and the remains of the others to the Natural History Museum in 1913, he was treated with indifference, and he learned later that the theory he had gone on such a hideous journey for had already been proved wrong anyway!
Cherry was severely criticised when he got back by people who had all the hindsight in the world, because he hadn't pushed himself hard enough to find Scott's party in the abysmal weather, but, of course, there was no means of communication, so nobody could have known what was happening, least of all Cherry. What could he have done, pushed on and died himself?
My favourite lines from the book sum it all up beautifully
'POLAR EXPLORATION is at once the cleanest and most isolated way of having a bad time which has been devised. It is the only form of adventure in which you put on your clothes at Michaelmas and keep them on until Christmas, and, save for a layer of the natural grease of the body, find them as clean as though they were new. It is more lonely than London, more secluded than any monastery, and the post comes but once a year. As men will compare hardships of France, Palestine or Mesopotamia, so it would be interesting to contrast the rival claims of the Antarctic as a medium of discomfort. A member of Campbell's party tells me that the trenches of Ypres were a comparative picnic. But until someone can eveolve a standard of endurance I am unable to see how it can be done. Take it all in all, I do not believe anybody on earth has a worse time than an Emperor Penguin.'
Need I say any more?
I'm currently reading 'The Composting Toilet System Book' by David Del Porto and Carol Steinfeld.
A really crap book then?? BOOM BOOM!!
Musgrave of the Marshes - John Peel. A captivating autobiography.
I am about to read that, so thanks!
Talking of Autobiographies, one of my real favourites is David Attenborough's 'Life On Air', I found it fascinating and, I now know the answer to a 'Who Wants To Be a Millionaire?' type question:
What trade did David Attenborough work in before joining the BBC?
and The White War - a horrifying account of Italy's aggression in WWI when they attempted to 'liberate' Trentino and Trieste for the flimsiest of reasons and paid a heavy price (nearly lost their war after Caporetto as well)..
I have been in the Dolomites and have seen the tunnels they fought in - You know that there were points where they were in pitch darkness and the only way of identifying if you had come across the enemy was to touch the bits on the shoulders of their uniform and quickly kill them before they killed you. Truly horrific.
As an aside, I found plenty of bits of shrapnel, shell and bullet casings, the magazine for a gun and barbed wire half sticking out the ground up there. Who knows what else is up there waiting to be found?