Yukon bush life

Neil's version of events: Winter 2011, Camberwell south London I didn’t pay attention when I picked Louise up from Heathrow. She'd just come back from her annual Alaskan pilgrimage (she'd been visiting regularly since before we met).  I was happy for her to go on her own. The frozen North wasn't my thing. I was more the large pilsener and bratwurst kind of traveller.  When she mentioned some crazy offer to move to a homestead in the Alaskan wilderness it didn’t quite register. I was in the middle of organising a conference at BSkyB, grappling to get 30 broadband lines installed at a hotel within 72 hours. Traveller's delight - bratwurst Louise and I met whilst rehearsing for a fringe theatre play. I was living in a dingy bedsit in Wimbledon and life wasn’t going anywhere. I'd made an effort to inject some sparkle by taking up acting.  We hit it off (well, we fell in love) and I moved into her council flat in Brixton. A few years later we bou...

Lou's version of events: Winter 2011 Camberwell, South London My acting headshot We left London and moved to Alaska because I called Neil a moron.  Neil and I were living in (then) cheap and dowdy Camberwell. Neil had a job at BSkyB, I was working, or often not working, as an actor. We had a lopsided cat (a stroke victim), no kids.  Life was fine but dull. Not much to complain about, though that never stopped me.  The far north I had a passion for the far north and would save all year to spend a couple of weeks in Alaska on dogsledding trips. Neil had a passion for nice food, pubs and comfort so I travelled alone.  On holiday in Alaska Cabin sitting Whilst mushing in the Alaskan bush I met a guy, let’s call him Hank, who needed a house-sitter for his remote, off-road homestead and 50-some sled dogs. Six weeks alone in the wilderness!  I cleared the decks of acting jobs (cancelled one day's role play for a bank, I was in high demand...