Roderick Anderson Boyle 'Buschcraft Rod'.
I do not know how to go about this so I will just shoot from the hip. I
bring sad tidings to the group Rod, the founder of Green School, sadly passed away in January. It was both quick and peaceful and he had been walking his dog, sat down and had an instant heart attack. Many of you will remember him from his attendance at the Bush Moot 10 years ago having been very, very active member of the forum. He decided to go back to university and studied boatbuilding and produced a wonderful Orkney Yoll as his final project. His boat made it into the yachting papers and with luck is going to be preserved in Orkney as an exhibit.
Rod represented all that was interesting in bushcrafting he could build things and would produce an entire campsite with just a sharp knife and a piece of string. He made furniture, boats, canoes and canoe paddles. He carved wooden images and he followed his dreams. He connected with people.
His funeral is on his Facebook page but it will be taking place on 24 February at 2:15 PM Bournemouth crematorium in the small chapel. There will also be a gathering at 3.45 at the Pavilion Inn, Wimborne Road, Bournemouth. If you would like to send memories of the Rod to his family please email inmemoryofrod@gmail.com
My favourite story of Rod is when we were walking the West Highland Way. As many of you who remember him Rod was very grumpy in the morning until he went to the lavatory. We had been walking the W. Highland Way for about two days in the absolute pouring rain. It was pretty close to misery some of the path was actually thigh deep in water and mud. We stopped off at a bothy and the next morning Rod decides to go and do his daily dozen sitting on the grass, the theory being that the rain will wash away all evidence. Rod proceeds with his ablutions and I hear a scream, I come running out of the bothy to see him sitting at the bottom of the hummock. Rod had fallen the backwards and it slid about 15 feet in the grass, down the slope leaving two buttock shaped skid marks on the hill. He stood up turnaround looked up and loudly announced 'well, that's the longest skid mark I've ever made before!' He then took off his trousers and boots and boldly walks into the loch and gave himself a vigourous scrub. All of this while I was holding myself up against the wall of the bothy laughing so hard I thought my sides were going to split.
Will miss you my old friend.
Roderick 'Doc' Sandsnakes.
I do not know how to go about this so I will just shoot from the hip. I
bring sad tidings to the group Rod, the founder of Green School, sadly passed away in January. It was both quick and peaceful and he had been walking his dog, sat down and had an instant heart attack. Many of you will remember him from his attendance at the Bush Moot 10 years ago having been very, very active member of the forum. He decided to go back to university and studied boatbuilding and produced a wonderful Orkney Yoll as his final project. His boat made it into the yachting papers and with luck is going to be preserved in Orkney as an exhibit.
Rod represented all that was interesting in bushcrafting he could build things and would produce an entire campsite with just a sharp knife and a piece of string. He made furniture, boats, canoes and canoe paddles. He carved wooden images and he followed his dreams. He connected with people.
His funeral is on his Facebook page but it will be taking place on 24 February at 2:15 PM Bournemouth crematorium in the small chapel. There will also be a gathering at 3.45 at the Pavilion Inn, Wimborne Road, Bournemouth. If you would like to send memories of the Rod to his family please email inmemoryofrod@gmail.com
My favourite story of Rod is when we were walking the West Highland Way. As many of you who remember him Rod was very grumpy in the morning until he went to the lavatory. We had been walking the W. Highland Way for about two days in the absolute pouring rain. It was pretty close to misery some of the path was actually thigh deep in water and mud. We stopped off at a bothy and the next morning Rod decides to go and do his daily dozen sitting on the grass, the theory being that the rain will wash away all evidence. Rod proceeds with his ablutions and I hear a scream, I come running out of the bothy to see him sitting at the bottom of the hummock. Rod had fallen the backwards and it slid about 15 feet in the grass, down the slope leaving two buttock shaped skid marks on the hill. He stood up turnaround looked up and loudly announced 'well, that's the longest skid mark I've ever made before!' He then took off his trousers and boots and boldly walks into the loch and gave himself a vigourous scrub. All of this while I was holding myself up against the wall of the bothy laughing so hard I thought my sides were going to split.
Will miss you my old friend.
Roderick 'Doc' Sandsnakes.
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