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

Ronnie Scotts

I've been playing with Sky Arts, doing their lovely music series.

We got to Film the lovely Sue Perkins doing her performance at the Cheltnam music festival. She did brilliantly.

Also as part of this we filmed Carl Cox starting to learn the 'funk piano'. charming guy who interviewed at his place in Brighton then having a mentoring session at the festival hall before beheading to Ronnie Scotts where we filmed a jam session with the 'brand new heavies'!.

If i hadn't been feeling like death warmed up it would have been incredible, as it was it was just brilliant.

springwatch 2

Now back from Springwatch.
What a lovely bunch of people. Real professionals and great fun.
After Scotland we headed to Skomer, off the Welsh coast, here we commuted to work on the ferry every day and had a lovely week with presenter Iolo Williams and a shed load of puffins.









The last week was land fill in Essex..mmmmm
The hotel was bejazzletastic and the location stank.. but still we laughed! the week was spent with the lovely Lizz Bonnen presenting and a herd of foxes.











live television is a real Buzz and it kept us on our toes. Cracking locations and a great team. Im now home shattered and starting to plan for northern kenya in a few weeks.