Yukon bush life

The film crew for Homer’s Christmas Extravaganza arrived by helicopter in a cloud of whirling blown snow just before the holiday. Our dog wasn’t sure about this flying snowmachine at first and was most perturbed.  Until he saw the cameras. “Great. I knew they’d be back!” he thought. Homer very much enjoyed his starring role in a Channel 4 documentary (see  Escape to the Wild  and Escape to the Wild Woolwich Style ) and has been waiting for his second season. Neil, before they arrived. Not quite sure he's looking "bush" enough As soon as the cameras were rolling, he surprised the crew with an ingenious storyline he’d invented. “So how about we pretend we have a threatening intruder and I have to bark real fierce at him? Yeah!” Bounding photogenically across the ice At least that what was going on in Homer’s mind, we think. For us humans, what happened was a small crew who might be filming in the area wanted some test shots of loc...

(Lou, Yukon, Winter Solstice) It’s dark now. We haven’t seen the sun for months but apparently it rises somewhere every day, just as usual. Sunrise is around 11.20am and sunset at 3.15pm (making a guess from data in towns to the south and north of us). Our world is softly lit. There is no shadow except that of the moon when she’s around. Wonderful for portrait photos if you are a middle aged lady with the occasional wrinkle, which of course I’m not. Not a wrinkle or a grey hair in sight We get up early, and by the time grey begins to seep into the sky we are often ready for a snooze, but we grab each hour of daylight with mitted hands. It must be utilised and, most importantly, witnessed. Then we are in bed very early. 10pm, still bang at it on the Kindles, is very rock’n’roll for us. Darkness is a luxury. You don’t have it in the city. Electric light blasts you through winter at the same pace as summer. A kerosene lantern glows in each corner of our cabin. Th...