Evidence of Things Not Seen (eBook)

W.H. Murray (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
230 Seiten
Vertebrate Publishing (Verlag)
978-1-912560-81-3 (ISBN)

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The Evidence of Things Not Seen is the autobiography of remarkable mountaineer, writer and environmentalist W.H. Murray. After being introduced to climbing in his early twenties, Murray's relationship with the outdoors was shaped as much by his time on the mountains as away from them. His early Scottish climbs were brought to a halt by the Second World War, which saw him spend three years as a Nazi prisoner of war. These years were devoted to not only to philosophical study, but also to writing his classic Mountaineering in Scotland not once, but twice, on toilet paper. The time to write about mountains only fuelled Murray's enthusiasm to climb them. The regeneration in mountaineering that followed the war saw Murray complete three Himalayan expeditions, alongside other iconic figures such as Doug Scott, Tom MacKinnon and Tom Weir, and Eric Shipton. He not only explored Himalayan peaks never before attempted by westerners, but also established the crucial Khumbu Icefall route up Everest, which paved the way for the mountain's first ascent in 1953. Later life saw Murray return to Scotland and begin the fight to conserve the wild places that motivated him. From pioneering the John Muir Trust to fighting threats to forestry, Murray's writing is laced with a philosophical edge and a contagious appreciation for Scotland's wild places, capturing the essence of why Murray's work has been inspiring readers for decades. Written just before his death in 1996, and with a foreword by renowned Scottish mountaineer Hamish MacInnes, The Evidence of Things Not Seen is a must-read for anyone for which the mountains are still a source of wonder.

W.H. Murray is one of Britain's most significant mountain writers. Born in Liverpool in 1913, he soon moved to Glasgow, where he was later introduced Scotland's mountains. His pioneering early climbs in the 1930s came to a halt at the outbreak of World War Two, in which he saw combat in Africa before being captured as a Nazi prisoner of war. He spent three years as a captive, but was not idle, devoting much of his time to philosophical study and meditation. It is during this time he wrote his classic Mountaineering in Scotland not once, but twice on toilet paper. After his release he went on to complete three expeditions to the Himalaya in the 1950s. One of these, his 1951 Everest Reconnaissance Expedition, established a route up Everest via the Khumbu Icefall, paving the way for the first ascent in 1953. The remainder of Murray's life was devoted to writing about and conserving the wild places he loved. A founding member of both the Scottish Countryside Activities Council and the John Muir Trust, he also acted as advisor on mountain properties for the National Trust for Scotland, and was President for both the Mountaineering Council for Scotland and the Scottish Mountaineering Club. He was a prolific writer, publishing twenty books and countless articles. These include the classics Mountaineering in Scotland and Undiscovered Scotland, as well as his autobiography, The Evidence of Things Not Seen, for which he posthumously won the Grand Prize at the Banff Mountain Book Festival 2002. These remarkable achievements ensured that he continues to inspire readers old and new to this day.

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Foreword

by Hamish MacInnes

I first met Bill Murray on an icy February night in 1947 in the car-park of the Royal Hotel, Tyndrum. I was with a group of climbers travelling back to Glasgow in a mountaineering club bus. Around, the snow-covered hills and moors were bathed in moonlight. A car drew up with a group of SMC types including George Roger whom I knew. He introduced me to Bill and we stood together gazing at the mountains. I was immediately struck by his presence which seemed to have a spiritual quality. Indeed, as I learned later, he had spent time in a Benedictine monastery. He seemed to me, as a young and impressionable climber, to convey the image of a frugal, contemplative eagle.

As an avid consumer of climbing literature I had already devoured Bill’s articles in the magazine Open Air in Scotland. Mountaineering in Scotland had just been published and this book captivated me, as it did thousands of climbers throughout the land. Bill had a magical gift of encapsulating a scene in a way we all felt, but could never express. Acknowledged as one of our greatest descriptive writers, he involves all who read him. For an ambitious climber it was his ability to get quickly to the centre of the action that I found particularly inspiring.

Bill was a free spirited adventurer, who could visualise sermons in stones and prose in the clarity of a mountain stream. I often wondered if his choice of Geoffrey Winthrop Young’s poem ‘Knight Errantry’ for the preface of Mountaineering in Scotland was inspired from within the confines of a prison camp:

‘There is a region of heart’s desire

free for the hand that wills’

It was during his prisoner-of-war years that he took up meditation, a practice which he continued all his life. This was reflected in his writings which often had a mystical quality.

‘May it not be possible, by some practical method to help one’s mind to grow in awareness of beauty, to develop that faculty of perception which we frustrate and stunt if we do not exercise? The answer is that growth may be given to the spiritual faculty as simply as growth and health are given to the body by awakening it from slumber, and providing nourishment and then by giving hard exercise. In this work there is no static position: one goes on, or one drops back. Therefore, and above all – persist.’

On the double traverse of the Aonach Eagach Ridge of Glen Coe with Donald McIntyre in February 1947 he describes the scene as they linger on the summit of Meall Dearg awaiting dawn’s first light:

‘We knew, as surely as men know anything on earth, that the implacable hunter had drawn close … One’s ear caught the ringing of his footstep: and one’s eye gleams like the flashing of a shield.’

In a strange way Bill’s earlier mountain life appears entwined in the theme of ‘Knight Errantry’ – the urge to search and appreciate, the need to proclaim through his writings. Tom Patey – also a gifted writer – took up the theme in his ‘Ballad of Bill Murray’:

‘In that Tournament on Ice, Death or Glory was the price

For those knights in shining armour long ago –

You must forage for yourself on that ghastly Garrick’s Shelf

With every handhold buried deep in snow.’

In the post-war years Himalayan exploration became one of Bill’s driving passions. With Douglas Scott, Tom Weir and Tom McKinnon he took part in the Scottish Himalayan Expedition in 1950, a small time venture, big in achievement, run on the ‘old pals’ principle pioneered by Longstaff, Shipton and Tilman, all of whom Bill admired. As well as bagging three virgin peaks and attempting several others, they succeeded in getting through the Girthi Gorge to connect two great trade routes across the Himalaya to Central Asia.

In 1951, having organised the expedition from Loch Goil, he was with Ward, Shipton, and others in what was to prove to be the crucial Everest reconnaissance prior to the first ascent. This was followed by fascinating explorations around Cho Oyu, Menlungtse and Gaurisankar. In 1953, with John Tyson, there was the circumnavigation and exploration of the Api/Nampa range which included a dangerous foray into Chinese-occupied Tibet.

Bill’s contribution to the conservation of the environment was vast. He was a latter-day John Muir; in fact he was a founding trustee of the John Muir Trust. He has influenced important allies who wield big sticks; Al Gore, when US Vice President, quoted Bill in his powerful conservation treatise Earth in the Balance. He is an admirer of Bill’s work. A large portion of Bill’s latter years was devoted to conservation. This inevitably had a price tag of endless debates sandwiched by tedious journeys to faceless meetings, as alien to his natural instincts as falling off a difficult pitch. We all owe him a debt of gratitude for this dedication to our environment.

I have been fortunate enough to have repeated most of Bill’s Scottish climbs over the years, during a period in time when giant strides in mountaineering were made. Techniques in winter climbing allowed older routes, many of which Bill and his mates had pioneered, to be completed faster and in relative safety.

The ‘ice crowned castles’ of Bill’s career, such as the stubborn Garrick’s Shelf on Buachaille Etive Mor, stand the scrutiny of time. Not many mountaineers of this new millennium would relish scaling that glassy rampart wall of Crowberry Ridge with the bare trio of necessities – an antiquated ice axe, nailed boots and a hemp rope that resembled, when frozen, a steel hawser – though Bill had, on that climb, taken a slater’s hammer, an indicator of the technical developments that were to follow. ‘Those were the days my friends …’

My second encounter with Bill was just prior to his departure to Everest in 1951. I had just returned from National Service in the Austrian Tirol and was fired with irrepressible enthusiasm for steep rock and ice. I wanted to hear first-hand from Bill about this ambitious project. My motorcycle shuddered to a halt outside his house at Loch Goil and Bill came out to greet me. He was as always keener to listen and find out what you had been doing than talk of his own exploits, but bubbling underneath was his passion for the hills which was contagious … always urging one to get out and up there. I had a slight tinge of conscience over the visit and never mentioned it to my friends in the Creagh Dhu. They were the product of the Clydeside shipyards who lived hard and climbed hard and to whom the ‘toffs’ of the Scottish Mountaineering Club were aliens. My sense of adventure was obviously greater than my loyalty!

Bill’s tendency to play down his role in events is illustrated in an incident in the French Alps in 1948 when he was involved in a terrible accident with John Barford and Michael Ward when all three ended up in a bergschrund after a long fall. Bill, with his large rucksack still on his back, became jammed in the mouth of the ’schrund. Below in the murky depths he could see Barford, who was dead, and below again was Ward, still alive, wedged between the icy walls. With superhuman effort Bill managed to get down to the ice ledge on which Barford lay and eventually managed to extricate Michael, who had lost his memory and like Bill had fractured his skull. He was disorientated and weak and could contribute little to his extraction from the ’schrund.

I mention this incident, for in later years Bill was Patron of the Glencoe Mountain Rescue Team and took an interest in new innovations and techniques. I used to look forward to his visits. After one protracted annual dinner, Bill voted to return to Loch Goil in his trusty Morris Traveller rather than take up my offer of a bed. Nosing his way up through the snow-covered Glen Coe gorge on his journey home he was stopped by the police. They asked him where he was going on such a night at such an ungodly hour. He told them, and added he had been with me at the rescue dinner and was hoping to get back home.

‘Well Mr Murray, any friend of Hamish is a friend of ours’ one replied, ‘you take care …’

Bill, who had an impish sense of humour, used to relate this story with glee.

 

We will all miss Bill yet he is still with us – his writing, as if carved from the living rock, will be remembered by mountaineers as long as there are mountains to climb. Both mystic and prophet, he saw things we didn’t and could scan the future to visualise a bigger horizon.

Bill met Anne when descending from the winter hills. It was a chance meeting between a writer and a poet, a match if not made in heaven, certainly on the mountain slope. It was inevitable that they should meet again and share their lives together. Anne, reserved, with the sharp focus of a poet and Bill embracing his philosophical concept of the Sadhu. Writing on the advent of spring her verse seems appropriate for Bill:

Belonging not to the dark

But to me

But at night

The tree has gone

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Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 6.2.2020
• Vorwort: Hamish Maclnnes
• Verlagsort: London
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Biografien / Erfahrungsberichte
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Freizeit / Hobby ► Sammeln / Sammlerkataloge
• Themenwelt: Sachbuch/Ratgeber ► Sport
• Schlagworte: Autobiography • Climbing • conservation • Everest • Himalaya • Mountain • Mountaineering • Scotland • Second World War • W.H. Murray
• ISBN-10: 1-912560-81-X / 191256081X
• ISBN-13: 978-1-912560-81-3 / 9781912560813