Hi everyone, I hope you are all well and have had a productive week with lots of good company. I spent last weekend with another bear but this one has an astonishing story that I’d like to share with you. See what you think and let me know your thoughts.
I was introduced to Baxterbear at a 70th birthday party, hosted by Sean for a lovely lady. Here’s Baxterbear’s story – prepare to be amazed!!
In the 1920s and 30s, a boy called Baxter grew up with his favourite bear, living on a Tea plantation in Sri Lanka (known in those days as Ceylon). The bear went everywhere with him and at the outbreak of war, Baxter joined the RAF to train as a pilot, and of course his very proud bear became his mascot, travelling in his backpack. Their luck ran out one day when their plane was shot down over the Burmese jungle as they took photographs for the Army. Baxter the Pilot (just 20 at the time) was badly injured but managed to get them both out and they parachuted into the jungle where unfortunately the parachute became entangled high in the canopy of trees.
For the next 5 days they hung helplessly in the branches of the dense forest, unable to get down and hoping that they would be rescued. Then, miraculously, a Gurkha Unit spotted them and brought them down, but it took 4 more days trekking through the jungle before they were installed in a Red Cross ambulance and taken to hospital.
After some months the Pilot was well enough to be moved and a nurse had also tried to repair Baxterbear’s ripped ear, and sewn his torn shoulder with a piece of tartan. Eventually they went to Africa to recover fully which lead them to live on a coffee farm in Kenya where they remained and lived happily for many years.