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2014

Blog wayyyyyyyyy out of date.

I will sort, I promise.
This year's shaping up to be  doozy with series on Alaska, Patagonia, Japan and the Atlantic....

Coming soon !

Merlin- Fallow deer and Wolves

I've done a couple of shoots for the giant that is 'Merlin' in the last six months.
the first was for the last series with a recalcitrant fallow deer, a smoke machine and a lovely patch of beech forest.
With the help of Sophie and my brother Dom we managed to somehow get what the editors just.
the second i cant sat much about, as the scripts more closely guarded than the crown jewels.

stunning stunning creature

Tweed and Alexa up a ladder

I can say I drove a car full of shiny camera toys up to North Wales with help from Ryan - thanks for the piccies,  to a wonderful man called Tony who cares for a number of wolves in a stunning isolated valley.




We turned up in the dark and Tony took me outside where he preceded to start howling, the call was taken up and soon the darkness was full of that spine tingling primal extroidinary noise that has haunted man's dreams for millennia.

fake snow

Real snow

The next two days consisted of gentle wolf, angry wolf, chicken legs, fake snow, real snow...lots and lots of real snow, good food, tall ladders and high winds....

Was it successful ? 

We will have to see what magic Merlin can weave !

Survival - Meerkats

This was a big shoot.
My first shoot for the BBC's new landmark bluechip series - Survival.
Did a lot of planning for this with my friend Sophie Lanfear.We were to film meerkats which have been filmed a lot before. We wanted to be more intimate, more involved in their life's and to film it in such a way nobody had done before.
We came up with inverting a steadicam and putting the new red epic on the bottom, so that we would be operating an inch from the floor in their world.

We were using prime lenses with a wee depth of field so with wireless gearing , Sophie was in charge of aperture and focus. It was a real team effort and we practised on stuffed toys being dragged around on strings and pulling focus between Colman's mustard tins and marmalade jars placed around the room.


All good practise but nothing to carting that lot around in 40 degree heat for 6 hrs.

the buggy

Sophie's ingenious solution was 'the beach buggy' , yes we looked like very lost golfers, but it worked !

It was a five week shoot and just the two of us, so fairly full on. Luckily  I'm very funny and charming which helped a lot !
We were based in the southern Kalahari near the Botswana border. The meerkats have been studied for over twenty years so Completely habituated.
We would be up at 4.30 and finished downloading and cleaning at 8 ish every night.
It was a lot of graft but huge fun as well.


Our meerkat project guide became a good friend called joff. Soph and him were both meerkat experts so as per usual I felt like the dunce in the corner.

the experts

We had some amazing moments. Filming an adult teaching a pup to disable a scorpion with the steadicam at 240 frames a second and being in the middle of it  as thirty five meerkats mobbed a cape cobra was such a buzz.






The meerkats are such social interesting, entertaining creatures, you never tire of them and just hanging out with them in the middle of the day gave such pleasure.
And if you sit still long enough you'll get a look out on your head.

Really looking forward to working more on this impressive series.Definitely my favourite shoot for a long time.
Can't wait to get back out there for planet earth live 

Ice Age - Romania

Great fun to be working with my old friends Mark Flowers and Andy Horley

Hard as nails director

again and also really excited to be working with Dr Dr professor  Alice Roberts. 
Someone I've long admired as a presenter and turns out is as Nice and professional as you imagine and not adverse to dancing till 3am in the snow.  

Dr Dr Professor

Marvellous Mag's completed the team.
This is a three parter on the Ice age for the BBC.


We headed off across Bulgaria and Romania in the grip of ' an ice age' with temperatures down to -20.

Before the blizzard

First stop was a ski resort where our idea's of Alice in beautiful sunshine with cranes on top of mountain tops had to be slightly changed due to blizzards and instead we filmed Alice in blizzards.
Actually worked really well. 

on set at the frozen river

crew puppy

Also squeezed in some lovely crane shots on frozen rivers, stunning part of the world.
Our Romanian mountain guides were complete gentleman and plied us with the ubiquitous ghastly local fire water at breakfast to steady the nerves.
We then headed west to these amazing caves that had been hermetically sealed for tens of thousands of years right up to the seventies.
Inside the evidence of cave bears and lions was truly amazing, the bones looked like they had died months ago and due to soft clay you could  clearly see foot prints and even where the hair had brushed against the walls.

being posted

We did some fairly extreme ( for me ! ) caving. Squeezing ourselves through holes that seemed smaller than the ones at the post office you check your letters with.In contrast near the entrance the caves where vast cathedrals that we were able to play with cranes and lights. Looked fab.
And once again I found myself in an extraordinary place listening to leading experts opening up unknown worlds. I was spell bound.Wonderful team, great experience.

Falklands revisited

A real quickie,
Lovely to team back up with Robin Barnwell. We had crossed part of the Sahara together for Human Planet.
This was rather closer to home.
Myself and Nick met up with Robin and Mr Max Hastings - charming and three of the top brass from the Royal Marines who had run the Marines operations in the Falklands.
it had seemed a good idea to stick everyone on a tiny boat in Plymouth sound to do a chat....
Brilliant idea right up to the point the force 'god knows what' storm blows in.
The bloke hiring us the boat isn't going to say 'don't go out'
The three hard as nails marines aren't going to say 'don't go out'
The director who needs his sequence isn't going to say 'don't go out'
nick and I said 'don't go out'....nobody listened.

we went out.
Blimey, somehow we got a sequence, somehow.
we needed our Vin rouge that night.
lovely blokes, honour to meet them.
they thought my ex German gorilla poo smeared poncho made me look like an 'argentine prisoner', I laughed nervously.

WIld Arabia - Dubai

Never been to Dubai.  Never wanted to.

















But the offer of filming one hundred traditional dhows racing in front of that crazy skyline had to be done.
it was a short shoot and I headed out with Rob.
Dubai was everything I had feared and more.  won't explain here, go and see for yourself!
Sadly a lot that had been promised wasn't delivered, so a lot of gnashing of teeth and running around ensued.




















Somehow, thanks to Rob's hard work I found myself aboard this beautiful yacht ( supposedly the favourite). Although i started to smell a rat when the crew were eating lunch when the whistle went.
The race was great fun, a vast billowing sail, stunning hardwood decks and the crew all in white djellabas. screaming along in front of the barj al arab and burj khalifa

Sadly we came about 90th....

All good fun though.

First Love

Finished the series with some wonderful shoots.
Got to play with Carl Cox again, this time chatting to his old mate Norman Cook - aka Fat boy Slim.
We filmed the delectable Sophie Winkleman singing opera and the unique and charming Alistair Campbell did his final Bagpipe performance in Edinburgh.
A really different creative series. Thoroughly enjoyable. Thanks to Jane and Brigid.

Wild Arabia - Oman

First of hopefully a few shoots on this new BBC series looking at the Arabian Gulf.

A lovely story following a father and son as they prepare for the annual camel races around the Eid festival.

The father ‘Salif’ and his son ‘hussar’ were two of the gentlest, quietest people I have met. They had a lovely way with their camels and were a pleasure to be around. Getting any form of excitement or passion out of them though was a task we were never quite able to achieve!

Most mornings started at 4 and we drove through the starlit night, pausing at the garage for a hot, sweet sort of drink, then at ‘Joss’s place’ a wonderfully smiley, papa New Guinean looking fellow. Who deflated our tires for the desert every morning and reinflated them in the evening on our way out… a great little niche business.

The dunes were stunning. Endless waved and swells of golden crystalline sea.

The first few mornings we got Saif’s eldest son Abdullah to drive us into the dunes. An incredibly skilled driver. I watched closely and after a good long period of study…. 2 minutes, declared that I could do it.

I couldn’t and got stuck…

Badly

2 hrs digging later, Hussar (the 10 yr old) extricated us….

Manliness levels at all time low (that is till later in the week when we tried to trot on the camels and my manliness and manhood both took a battering).

 

Driving inadequacies aside, the morning’s were lovely as we tried to capture the beauty of the pre dawn light, with father and son sat with their coffee pot on the fire, camels moored behind them and the call to prayer drifting in over the sands from a distant mosque.

There’s a glorious 2 to 3 minutes as the still soft ball of sun crests the far off mountains and sits Buddha like and majestic behind the camp fire, before it ignites into fiery splendor.

I am generally blue arse flying it at this point to reap as much as I can.

We would then work with the guys as they rode their camels off into the sand sea. Using a long, long lens I would try and anticipate where they would pop up and try and stick a frame around the glorious curves.

I also had the steadicam with me. A magical toy, but back breaking and a pig to use. You stumble around like a poisoned tortoise, the very antithesis of grace, yet the results (inshallah) are these dream like floaty desert scenes of wonderful fluidity…

As the sun got hot and light became harsh we would either recce locations or head back to Jos for reinflation then breakie and hotel, before heading out later.

The food out and about was great. Abdullah our guide, guided with a rod of iron. And we were very very much told where we were going and what we were eating.

This was usually a Pakistani restaurant. Usually full of colour, people and good

smells.

The food was excellent. Dahls, mutton and flat breads all eaten with the hand (our own)…yum!

We managed to see two unseasonal weather types. Both falling in the ‘ well I haven’t seen this since 1932’ categories.

Incredible sandstorms every afternoon (To be fair these weren’t uncommon just unseasonal). Filming a train of camels fighting through the blizzard, turbans flapping looked incredible yet played dangerous games with the kit.

We filmed a bit every day of the sand and built up a nice sequence but lordy we had some cleaning to do every evening. And not just the kit, sand in every orifice god had gifted us with.

Then towards the end of our trip…the sand storms ended and the rains began!

Yes and not just ‘oh look at that its raining, rain’ but ‘holy Maloney there are cars floating through the city’ rain.

Still. Washed the sand out of the cameras.

And so we come to the camel races that Salif and Hussar had been training for. These were on the edge of the towns, one each day over the Eid season. For the biggie we had hundreds of people lining the track..even woman! (Strange, shy creatures, rarely seen, fairly rare and often dressed in exquisite cloths’ s and wearing batman masks….maybe an interpretation of their true origin).

The different tribes or clans or stables would ride up the track singing their arrival, then gather at one end until you had a huge flock of camels and white clad, bearded, dagger wielding men.

I would drink their coffee. They would refuse mine. A friendly pattern formed.

Two camels would be brought forward and made to sit, then the jockeys upon a command would leap on the backs and in unison tear down the track, with the idea being to be in complete synchronicity  (bit like synchronized swimming).

Sometimes this worked, although often the camels would go a bit special and tear into the crowd.

Initially the locals – people and camels- wouldn’t let us get anywhere near the action, but then we started dressing local styley and all was good. Camels ignored us, locals welcomed us….ish.

Sue was making the film about the film so all our rubbish attempts to film and ride and in fact simply just ride were caught. Chaddon was filmed shampooing a camel for show day and I was clearly filmed once again digging a car out of the desert!

Fascinating shoot. Looking forward to exploring Arabia more.

Okovango Ele's

My first Animal Einstein’s shoot.
We ventured to the Okavango delta to film elephants. I hadn’t been back here for 15 yrs.
A small team of myself Rich, Giles and Liz landed in Maun and was met my Mike holding and TJ - wonderful people. Local filmmakers of prodigious talent and kindness.
It was their camp we went to. Set up on the shores of the Okavango floodwaters.
Little tents with bucket showers and gin and tonics by candlelight…perfect.
Days were spent filming from mikes Cessna or on foot.
I had never been to this part of the delta and was blown away by its beauty. Huge bodies of water surrounded by game of all descriptions, it felt we had stumbled on eden at times.
The Botswana elephant haven’t been slaughtered or abused like most of the continents gentle giants, so they were very calm and came to within 6 ft of me, a situation I just wouldn’t have allowed in Kenya. But I was under the watchful eye of ele expert Mike, so never felt in danger. It was so wonderful to experience and be so close to these, my favorite of animals.
Mike and TJ had such good guys working with them, who helped with the kit, made amazing food and provided cold beer at appropriate times. A truly luxurious shoot.
One evening I was taking a bush shower, my glass of wine in hand, when a shout went out that lions were in camp. I turned and saw a male lion amble past at about ten feet… magical.
Liz and mike did some wonderful pieces and we were able to get one very special piece where we guessed the water hole the ele’s were heading to and managed to have them sat quietly on one side with the family of ele’s playing and drinking right in front of them. The knowledge of people like Mike and mike is invaluable and yielded amazing intimate opportunities.
The week disappeared far too quickly with none of us wanting to leave.
Hopefully a lovely piece due to an amazing location, my favorite subjects, great presenting and incomparable local knowledge.

Meerkats

This was my second shoot for the animal Einstein’s series.

only a week but what a glorious one.

We were based in South Africa up on the Botswana border at a long term Meerkat research project.

clear rippled dunes rose from bleached grass and scrub.

Here the little guys were completely habituated and ignored us completely, which I found a delight.

Rich was again doing sound, Jo the wonderful series producer was here. Sophie was directing and liz was ‘da talent’.

Soph had worked at the project for a couple of years which ment she knew the ‘wee folk’ inside out. Coupled with ‘Jof’, our man who knew and could, we were in capable hands.

The first morning we were gathered outside their Den before sunrise, all speaking in hushed tones and keeping our respectful distance. We didn’t have to worry, the merkats were bomb proof  and within 5 minutes of the first little sentinal scurrying out and standing ramrod straight in the early Kalahari light I was lieing next to him at a distance of about 30 cms!

Surely alongside cheetah cubs they are designed to be filmed back lit. They’re soft fire lighting up like angelic auras.

The pups were the size of a healthy samosa and too cute for words. They bundled along like balls of fur blown by the wind, continually demanding food in a most undignified fashion.when the unit of about 30 moved off, they did so at a surprising speed and you can suddenly find yourself lieing prone with a camera, with nothing to film but the remains of a scorpion they’ve just demolished.

There skill with the dispatch of scorpions is astonishing to behold. They must have an immunity, as I really can’t believe their wee black noses don’t get hammered. When they’ve pulled them from their holes they dance around the deadly insects and nip off they’re stings, before carrying them to the pups. The pups then learn how to tackle the scorpions and get a scrummy lunch as well.

One evening we followed the group home to their den and before they all descended below ground, they had a mass hug/groom/love in. A huge puddle of meerkats all creening in pleasure tangled in a delicious knot.

Lieing next to them, the familer feeling of honour and privilidge at witnessing something magical pouring through me.

On another evening we were able to capture a world first.

Right outside the den, a subordinate mother gave birth. Few have witnessed this and none have filmed it.  It felt somehow sacrosanct to witness the arrival of the minute pink beastie. Sadly its chances are slim at best. but I wish it well.

our last evening was spent around the fire with steaks on the bar b and lovely chilled wine. The dazzling Kalahari stars wheeling overhead.

Stunning place, stunning animals, stunning crew.

Joy

Ibiza

Next stop Ibiza on my musical journey.
The usual team and stunning pianist Gwilym Simcock stepped off our Easyjet flight into a Barmy Mediterranean evening.
Our apartment overlooked the sea and was part of a great gay hotel, with a bar so full of German men with tight shorts it was tricky getting to the bar.
Jane's knowledge of the island was invaluable, not only for finding the best shots but also the best restaurants.
We interviewed Carl and did some filming of him having a lesson from Gwilym at the resident DJ's villa up in the hills....nice.
Carl wasn't on until 3am! at 'Space'.... so we had a little rose to pass the time.
Filming in the club was great fun. a few thousand people having a good time with the big man Carl, doing his stuff. so filmed and danced and drunk until the sun came up!
Then headed to the beach for a swim and a coffee and carried on filming till our flight back.
Came home shattered. great experience. funny old place, not sure I'd choose to go back.

Bagpipes, Provence and Alastair Campbell

My Sky Arts series continued with a wonderful little trip to Provence.
Jane, Brigid and I popped down to Neme, grabbed a hire car and headed towards the vineyards.
I had forgotten the effect this place has on me. The sun, warmth, smells of lavender and thyme, the fields of vines and sunflowers, stunning walled properties with faded shutters.
We stayed in a gorgeous little auberge with views up to mont Ventoux.
We met Alastair for lunch in his local village. incredibly charming open man. the afternoon was spent interviewing him and his lovely wife and their house nearby.

It was a privilege to sit and listen to somebody so intricately involved with the top echelons of power of our countries recent government.
Early evening was spent filming Alastair performing at this local bar. The village market was in full swing, so it made for a wonderfully visual sequence.
as the sun dipped behind the hills, we grabbed some GV's before heading for a barbecue at the Campbell's.
a delightful evening was had.
Our early morning flight home was trying.

Lake turkana

The Turkwell team
Nick.me.katie.Richard.John.JJ

I've just got back from one of my most amazing trips to northern Kenya.

Myself and good friend Nick went out to film with nat Geo on a big documentary on the Leakey family and no less, the origins of mankind.

The team consisted of us. John, JJ and Katie.

It was great to be part of an international team although with the obvious difficulties when discussing ' side walks, fannies, tomatoes and double fisting'.

Although we quickly found common ground with beer and dysentry.

Our time was split on the Western and Eastern sides of lake Turkana. That vast magical body of water that sits at the northern edge of Kenya and tips into Ethiopia and Sudan. it has been a site of human habitation since the very begining and this is why so much work is based here.

Our first few days were spent at Illoret on the Eastern Shore. Here we worked with Maeve and louise Leakey as they uncovered a stunning Pelarovis skull ( great big old type of buffalo).

We were made very welcome and it felt lovely with louise's kids and dog running around. 

We broke out the toys straight away and had the steadicam steadying and the crane craning.

We worked hard here and enjoyed our cold beers at the days end. The heat was impressive and that and the barren landscape was a constant reminder of the appalling drought and famine afflicting this part of the world.

All too soon we were cramming ourselves and a tonne of equipment into a caravan and we were flown across the lake and dumped on a dusty airfield. it was hotter here...some how.

A bit of a drive ( involving bag theft, bad driving, shocking driving and OH MY GOD driving) and we were taken to Turkwell. This was Richards 'centre of operations' up here. There was a lot of construction going on. It is a bold confident mans vision. enter Richard.

We spent an hour each day interviewing this incredible man. It was an honour to hear his tales and thoughts and visions.

We filmed water and veggie projects, lovely stuff by the river and some complicated CGI pieces that the simpleton in me, couldn't quite grasp, yet still fascinated me.

Supper conversation was never dull. often way over my head, but never dull.

We all slept out on the veranda due to the heat. this was also our Yoga centre, where the four boys  did our tibetan Five rites every evening before beer o'clock... we think they probably cancelled each other out on the Karmic scales.

We made a couple of forays into the bush to visit remote digs. The first was to Helene roche. A charming french lady, who ran a tight ship with tea at 6, aperatives at 6.30 and supper and wine at 7.... we battled through.

Towards the end of our time there Ben showed up in his Eurocopter. 

We had this wonderous toy for a few days and he started by ferrying us to Eliye Springs, a wee resort of thatched huts on the shore of the lake. It was here we spent the last few days.

Mornings and evenings were spent filming aerials of this most remarkable of landscapes. lava flows, crators, mountain ridges, soft light, hard light, fishing communities and dhows. Crocodiles, flamingos, zebra and topi.

One evening Ben set us down on the knife edge crator rim of centre island in the middle of the lake. Sulpherous smoke billowed out and tiny dots of flamingos flew in pink clusters far below.

We had a lovely time with prime lenses filming the local fishermen and stunning people who inhabit this unique environment.

I learnt a lot from this trip. it was a lovely crew and a great mix of serious film making, arty film making, laughter and memories.

A few beautiful Turkana children we met along the way

My assistant

Ready for Anything!

JJ 

Arriving at Turkana

pilot and dog refuel the 206

Director and academic !

Nick

fool and talent

John on the crater rim

my beach hut and heli