Where the wild things are
Posted: 20 May 2010
Fourteen hours of wincing overtakes later, and we're in a place called Biebrza, up near the Russian border in north-east Poland. A long way from urban. The place we've come to is Europe's largest wilderness, the diametric opposite of any place you'd usually find an X6 and the home to three European wolf packs, which are currently following elk down into the wintery depths of the forest, presumably to get out of the wind and set up some sort of lupine ambush. Now, Biebrza National Park is a big place. Mainly wetlands, it is nevertheless dominated by several tens of thousands of hectares of birch and pine forest, juniper bushes and water. And woodland fur, still on the animals. We've come to hunt wolves, but it becomes clear when we pick up our guide Kasha, that even though we're only shooting with cameras, charging about in a white truck with a branch of Millet's welded to the roof means that shy and ghosty wolves are not likely to be on the agenda.