Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

Book review: The Last Overland by Alex Bescoby

[Audiobook]

The Last Overland by Alex Bescoby

This book recounts the story of an expedition following the return path from the First Overland, a journey from London to Singapore in 1955. A documentary of which launched the career of David Attenborough.

The background to this journey and the planning for it are covered. The original plan had been to take Tim Slessor, one of the members of the earlier party. However he fell ill in Singapore on the day of departure and was amply replaced by his grandson, Nat, who amply rose to the challenge.

One of the two Land Rovers from the First Overland, Oxford, was a core character for this journey, the other, Cambridge, was lost to a desert. The 65 year old vehicle, along with two other, more recent, models set off from the Formula 1 starting line in Singapore, travelling through Thailand, Myanmar, China, India and many other places – their route deviated from the outbound journey because of political changes along the way, but there were many nods to the notes in Tims diaries from 1955, visiting some of the same places.

I love travel books, road books especially, and this was no exception – this was an ambitious journey by any measure, and the window into the lives and countries they found on the way provides a different view than you would receive by reading about visiting them as a tourist.

He alluded to the marks on maps left by the British Empire, and how they have left deep scars in some places, rifts between local peoples. I worry that it is worse than that, that there was only a certain type of people who could have embarked upon such a journey in 1955, and their situations in the upper echelons of British society would not have offered them an unbiased view of the places on their passage. The return journey suffered less from the class bias, but not everybody can put aside their lives for a four month project of this nature.

That all said, I have a deep respect for Tim, for his enthusiasm, even if he didn’t actually travel with the group. What an epic adventure for his grandson, and what an amazing shared history for the two of them, even with the temporal displacement.

They were incredibly lucky to have returned to London in December 2019, weeks before Covid started impacting borders, a few more breakdowns or waiting at the entry to Tibet and they could easily have been stranded without hope of proceeding.

There is a television series of the journey available on YouTube, which I am very much looking forward to watching – that was the part of Top Gear I used to most enjoy, before they changed their ‘appeal’ to being mindless oafs.


Stockholm Natural History Museum

The Natural History Museum in on the campus of the University is an impressive building we’ve driven past a few times and always wondered what it contained. There’s a lot of interesting displays, including one on Gay Animals (which kinda suggests its rather more common in the animal world than some people would have you believe). There is also the Cosmonova, an IMAX cinema where we saw a film on black holes in rather more engaging surround than I was expecting, albeit with a somewhat vertigonous seating configuration.


Hovgården runestone

Within the ruins of Hovgården is a runestone, Upplands 11:
“Rað þu runaR. Rett let rista ToliR bryti i roði kunungi. ToliR ok Gylla letu ris[ta] …, þaun hion æftiR [si]k(?) mærki … Hakon bað rista.”
“You read the runes! Right let cut them Tolir, bailiff in Roden, to the king. Tolir and Gylla let carve (these runes), this pair after themself as a memorial… Håkon bade carve.”


Book review: Beyond Siberia by Christina Dodwell

[Read aloud to Adelle]

Beyond Siberia by Christina Dodwell

I found this book in large print lurking in a National Trust second hand bookshop, and I have yet to find a way to resist travel books, especially when they involve tundra.

As a book published in 1993 this offers a window into a parochial world distant in both time and space.

Dodwell took the opportunity shortly after the dissolution of the Soviet Union to travel to the farthest reaches, the Kamchatka peninsula. An area crude even by the standards of the rest of Russia at the time.

She spends some time with a dance troupe entertaining some of the local tribes, visits a nature reserve and joins some reindeer herders for their springtime. Immersing herself in the local life for three months she documents a lot of what she sees and the people she meets.

It was not common for there to be visitors from outside the area at that time, never mind from another country, but it seems like everyone was welcoming and happy to share their experiences with her.

She was game for all kinds of immersion, driving reindeer sleds and eating blood soup and riding vezdekhod (water tanks for in Russia) and hunting mammoth bones, and describes some of those experiences in gory detail.

My wanderlust is not so strong with the subject matter, it all seems rather primitive and I’m pretty sure I would have baulked at the food. This is why I like reading about these things that other people have done, I can find out about places I have no way or desire to visit myself.

The writing style is a more like a diary that has been edited rather than an actual book being written. This gives it a charm of following the lives of her companions, while making it feel a little incoherent.