It was like a large black diamond, about two inches across and each of its seven or eight facets had been carved and smoothed by aeons of icy wind and weather. It looked and felt like a precious stone. It was. It had been smuggled out from the Antartic, where no one is allowed to take anything from that pristine wilderness.
A friend had brought it out for us. For years I carried it from house to house, and on the last move it disappeared. I regret it more than anything else that I’ve ever lost or broken or damaged. Eight years later, I still feel sad to no longer have that irreplaceable, potent black stone sitting on my table among other treasures. It was the treasure of treasures.
But I still have my shelves of books on that mysterious continent, and the extraordinary men who couldn’t stay away from it. Captain Scott’s expedition is the one that still reverberates among the English… a bit like Dunkirk, his heroic failure somehow thrilled them more than if he had achieved his goal of getting to the South Pole first. Poor Amundsen who did, is hardly rated by Scott afficionadoes. He made it look easy, while Scott and his men laboured mightily.
Yet men who were quite ordinary have become legends since their snowy deaths back then – men like Captain Oates stepping outside the tent into a blizzard with his :’ I am just going outside and may be some time’, and heading off to die… his portrait entitled: “A very gallant gentleman” still proudly hangs in his old cavalry regiment’s mess. He knew his frostbitten feet were going to make the difference between Scott and the other two getting back to safety, or being held up by him and never making it. But it was too late by then anyway, with the unexpectedly terrible weather making impossible the last few miles of the journey to safety.
Oates, who in spite of being taciturn, was a potent presence and a penetrating observer, was unimpressed by Captain Scott, and spent a great deal of his time before the expedition started, trying to cosset his Mongolian ponies, crouching with them in their freezing stalls, coaxing them to eat their in-edible rations, or rescuing harness, headstalls and any other object which the bored and ravenous animals were tempted to devour.
His cronies who shared one side of the cramped hut which was their home while wintering at Cape Evans, consisted of Bowers, Cherry-Garrard, Atkinson and Meares, who were known as The Tenement Dwellers, anti-feminist, anti-scientist, conservative and spartan – and, one has to add, narrow-minded and philistine.
The other side of the twenty-five foot wide hut were the scientists, who made a dainty attempt at home-making, mocked by Oates who called their space The Opium Den. They draped a curtain, scrounged from photographer Ponting, across their bunks to give themselves privacy. One added a branch acetylene light, another stained everything stainable with Condy’s fluid, making it a uniform red brown, the Norwegian, Gran, put red borders made from photographers’ material on their shelves, and another adorned his bunk with a piece of dark blue material which had started life as part of a Sunday altar cloth.
Yet all sixteen men relied on each other for company and comfort, succour and safety. They knew that their survival depended on each other, and perhaps in this way discovered for themselves the truth of the ideal society in which all life and all things and all men are connected to each other. No-one is separate from the whole, a truth which our civilisation as a whole, seems to have forgotten.
Writing of the expedition to Cape Crozier he made with Bowers and Wilson on their ‘worst journey in the world’, (the title of his book) Cherry Garrard said: ‘ And we DID stick it… we did not forget the Please and Thank you, which mean much in such circumstances, and all the little links with decent civilisation which we could still keep going. I’ll swear there was still a grace about us as we staggered in. And we kept our tempers – even with God.’ A bond of mysticism carried these three men through.
Tactful Dr Bill Wilson, secret disciple of St Francis, and known as Uncle Bill, was the advisor, peace-maker and comforter in this tiny society. Birdie Bowers, bachelor, tiger for punishment, endlessly strong and tireless long after everyone else was fainting with exhaustion, was the other closet mystic in the party – ” The purpose of life,” he wrote “… is to make a great decision – to choose between the material and the spiritual, and if we choose the spiritual we must work out our choice, and then it will run like a silver thread through the material… nothing that happens to our bodies really matters.”
And it’s this which is what makes Scott’s expedition so continuously fascinating, that they were people, who at the extremity of their strength, dying of starvation, continued to be kind and considerate to each other, and never did forget the pleases and thank you’s, the courtesies and the deeper meanings of civilisation. Because they cared about their animals they didn’t kill and eat their dogs like Amundsen did, and Scott also refused to eat the ponies on their journey, which ultimately sealed their fate.
So though they failed to achieve their purpose, they remain inspirational. They were ordinary men stretched to the limits of their endurance, and they never lost their decency, and goodness and humanity. This is why their story is so enduring. They were true to themselves and to their code of honour. They remind me that simple human decencies are actually what make men and women great and that these qualities are the bedrock of our civilisation.
Food for Threadbare Gourmets
A weekend lunch party at a friend’s house, seated on her veranda overlooking a turquoise sea, and embellished with sunshine, laughter, lots of rose to drink and delicious food, ending with summer pudding – what else on a perfect summer’s day? Here’s how to make this delicious and easy classic English pudding.
You need about two pounds of a mix of summer fruit and berries. Keep strawberries separate from the rest. In a pan melt 175 gms of sugar with three tblspns of water. Then add the prepared fruit except the strawberries. Gently cook for a few minutes to soften. Line a pudding bowl with thinly cut slices of bread, no crusts, all fitted and slotted into each other so there are no cracks.
Pour the fruit into a sieve to strain off the juice. Fill the bowl with the fruit, adding the strawberries if you have them, in different layers. Soak slices of bread in some of the juice, and fit them over the top. Weight the top with a plate and some heavy tins, and leave in the fridge overnight for at least six to seven hours. Turn out this wonderful looking pink pudding, and serve with lots of cream to eight delighted people.
Food for Thought
Always do your best: Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstances, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgement, self-abuse, and regret.
Don Miguel Ruiz. ‘The Four Agreements’
valeriedavies 
Lone ago memories of ‘Summer Pudding’ have been rekindled. Made and eaten just the once, as it was one of the dishes we had to make in high school, as part of the Domestic Science program.
Maybe it’s time to make it again, as it really was delicious.
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Hope you enjoy it as much as we did !
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I’m amazed at how much your photo looks like the view from our catamaran tour in Costa Rica! 🙂 As for your lovely post, honor is something too often lacking these days, let alone people caring enough about it to die while still being caring. It’s a sad commentary on today’s society.
janet
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Thank you so much for commenting Janet… so glad you enjoyed the post… I’ve been following your Costa Rica adventure… sounds lovely…
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“human decencies are actually what make men and women great …” Thank you for the reminder, Valerie! Enjoyed reading the story.
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Thank you Amy – I loved your Victor Hugo quote the other day….
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Couldn’t agree more. It’s inspirational.
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Thank you… it makes you think, doesn’t it….
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A great post and beautifully written Valerie. It’s funny how we Brit’s can be so fond of our failures but there’s no denying that Capt. Oates was inspirational in his sacrifice, albeit wasted in the end. The please and thank you’s of life seem to be disappearing a bit and it’s a shame as one day at this rate we won’t recognise or place value on such things, then maybe people won’t be as prepared as Capt. Oates to make such noble sacrifices for others. Hopefully I won’t be around for that sad day.
xxx Massive Hugs xxx
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Dear David, what a lovely comment, thank you so much for your enthusiasm… as for the rest… let’s hope there is a swing back to gentleness before too long… I’m a great hoper in the swing of the pendulum !
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Hi Valerie, another lovely post thanks. You brought back memories of my late Aunty Edna who showed me how to make Summer Pudding as a child. I secretly disliked the idea of it at the time…but proof of deliciousness was in the eating! Emma
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Dear Emma, lovely to hear from you, and thank you…. I know what you mean about summer pudding, I distrusted the idea of bread in it as a child but as you say, melti9ngly delicious !!!
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This reads like a poem…it lifts me up into stardust and dreams!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
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Oh LInda, what a lovely thought… thank you my poetic friend XXX Valerie
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I like that – the importance of please and thank you even in the hardest of circumstances. Interesting post, too. Delighted to be reminded of Summer pudding in our wet, wet winter. I’m sure it was appreciated by all 🙂
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Dear Sally, what a martyrdom your winter is this year… do hope the next storm coming in doesn’t take too much toll on the already waterlogged little island. So good to hear from you, glad you enjoyed the thought of summer pudding !
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Hi Valerie, Thank you for sharing this amazing and inspiring story, including the quote on the purpose of life by Birdie Bowers. The summer pudding sounds delicious. Dee
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Hello Dee, lovely to hear from you, so glad you enjoyed the post, it is an extraordinary story isn’t it…
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Having lived in the Canadian North, I can only imagine the hardships brought on by severe cold. Thought you would like this link!
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Amazing ! I watched them with awe! I would never choose to be cold !
I suppose the Canadian North is not much warmer than those conditions???? And you survived !!!!
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That is the beauty and mystery of life – survival. Adventures are best lived when you recount them by the warm fireside with a cup of hot tea! Survived to tell the tale. But I must confess, I could see you in this group of women. You are one of the bravest people I know!
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Rebecca you are much too kind to me, but of course i’m very flattered by your sweet words…maybe we should have our own expedition !!!
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Valerie this is such a timely and thoughtful offering. Always I find you giving me food for thought on so many levels. This, on honor and civility, I need this reminder that it first exists and finally, that we can each of stick to it no matter the situation. In truth, that we needed be defined by the actions of others or circumstances.
As always, I am grateful.
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Dear Val,
Thank you as ever, for your thoughtful response … I think we all need these little pointers along our way sometimes, don’t we… staying grounded during tough times is a challenge, and I’m thinking of you, love Valerie
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What a lovely story full of great adventures!
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Thank you – so good to know you enjoyed it, and thank you too, for taking the time to comment
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Great post Valerie! All about faith and persistence, the human strength.
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Good to hear from you Terry, – so glad you enjoyed their amazing story…thank you..
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Dear Valerie,
As always, I come away from reading your words with a bit of knowledge I didn’t have before. In this day and age, in business in particular, honor and integrity need not apply. Without needing to go into detail, your well-timed food for thought encourages me this week.
Kia Ora,
Rochelle
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Hello Rochelle,
So good to hear from you as always, thank you so much for your encouragement. I’m sad to think that what you say about integrity doesn’t apply in business. that’s a hard climate to work in… though I’m sure you will rise above it, love Valerie
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Hi Valerie, It was such a pleasure to read and digest a wonderful reminder of how being civilised, selfless and compassionate should be a simple basic at the core of survival. We can all learn from such survival methods even today in our dog eat dog sort of world. Those who do will be better for it.
Thank you once again, xx
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Hello Lesley, thank you so much for your lovely comment – apologies for tardy reply… I’m a bit behind on everything at the moment… lovely to hear from you, Valerie
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Valerie, it sounds like you enjoy obscure history, travel and adventure books. I do too and then I keep them because I don’t want them to be destroyed by someone who is “cleaning.”
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Apologies for my tardy reply – thank you so much for your comment … you’re right, obscure facts are fun, aren’t they !
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Thank you, Valerie, for all the very inspiring parts of this post!
Much love,
Steffi
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Thank you Steffi, good to hear from you,
love, Valerie
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