Property News · February 21, 2009

A working life: the explorer


The spirit of adventure has taken Paul Rose from Antarctica to Everest. But, as he tells Leo Benedictus, there’s still one place he’d do anything to see.’I fell over skiing yesterday,” is Paul Rose’s answer to my obvious first question. “I was up in the Lake District … There were blooming great lumps of grass sticking through all over the place, and I caught a tussock going down. So my right ski just stopped flipping dead, and I kept going. Then I hit the end of the ski with my head.” So just to clarify: after surviving just about every dangerous place in the world, he came home and skied into his own face? “I did, yes,” he giggles. “I led with my head.”He is guiding me through the corridors of the Royal Geographical Society, from where all the expeditions of Shackleton, Scott, Stanley and the other great British explorers began. Outside, stumps of snow from Kensington’s recent blizzard are still subsiding gently in the rain. But Rose is far from awed by his august surroundings. Indeed all the wood-panelled rooms and long-lost comrades (“Hi! Madagascar in September! Can I come?”) seem to have had a strangely hyperactivating effect on him, like too much orange squash on a three-year-old. Continue reading…

Source : theguardian.com
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