I slipped and fell on adventure

The most life changing experience started at… 7am… its been a rather long time since I’ve seen 7am… so that in itself was intriguing… and not in a good way, lets be honest… Lets not day by day this experience, its not interesting for anyone other than the people who experience it (read   A Tale of Two Cities – you’ll see what I mean), but I will say that EVERY day I appreciated the simplicity (by which I mean… not complicating life the way so many do, with who is what and what is who and blackberry and blueberry and apple and god help me it sounds like I’m making a fruit cake!…) of existence, the wee puppies biting at my ankles, the kittens with twisted tails, the pigs who didn’t give a flying… well a flying anything as to whether you were there or not, the chickens bricking themselves constantly – will they ever get used to humans? The family fires burning and just… actual… life. Yeah I said it, life… I suppose my farm girl origins might affe ct my perspective, but comin...

So it’s a Friday night and you’ve had a couple of wines, and as you scroll through BBC news you watch a horrific and violent attack on elephants in India… with that vino empowered rage, and utter vindication for any action, you jump online and start searching for opportunities to be a HELP rather than a hindrance… you sign up in the wee hours of the morning… you SHALL volunteer with the elephants… You SHALL make a difference. Upon waking it is your realisation that you have, in some ways fortunately, signed up to an elephant sanctuary in Thailand, rather than India. But upon consideration, determine that all elephants are worth saving, regardless of their nationality… One should avoid prejudice, shouldn’t one? It is something that is going to happen in the future, another time… nothing to worry about. But the 10 months between signing up and D-Day flew by quickly… and suddenly there were four weeks until you fly to Thailand… and spend a week in the jungle… hiking every day an...