AS seen on screen
BRITAIN'S GOT THE BUILDERS IN, BBC
Paul Atherton is involved in a series called 'Britains got the builders in' Paul gives a piece of land to his daughter to persuade her to live back in England, just seen a clip and it looks very eventful!
Paul and the family will be on from 25/03/15
In Cheshire, hairdresser Paul Atherton has given his daughter Rebecca a plot of land in the hope of enticing her back from abroad to live near him. Enlisting the help of his brother Robbie, a builder, the family plans an ambitious self-build home. But a catalogue of changes, a set of out-of-date plans and a reluctance to hire experts to oversee the project soon cause havoc with the schedule.
Meanwhile, Gary Wright and his partner Jan want to extend and renovate their home in Adlington. In a seemingly straightforward build, they employ building brothers Scott and Warren Wilson, but it soon becomes apparent that, when it comes to making decisions, Jan and Garry like to take their time.
Five everyday people from different walks of life stood on the banks of a fast flowing river in the foot hills of Nepal; the sixth person was the famous floppy haired fresh faced but unusually bearded TV presenter Ben Fogle.
He was to be our leader and mentor for the next two weeks. As fit as any athlete and as courageous as a lion, he checked us into our buoyancy jackets and helped us gingerly into the inflatable raft to be splashed and bashed for the start of our incredible journey towards our Extreme Dreams.
I, Paul Michaels, was one of the five. A fifty-year-old hairdresser and salon owner from the Market town of Altrincham in Cheshire, lucky enough to make it through the selection process. Then through the exhausting trial weekend, which was held in deepest Wales amidst the bleak snowy mountains where the S.A.S do their training.
For 14 days we were all woken at three or four in the morning to trek 12 to 14 hours a day, walking through brilliant sunshine over green mountain terracing, clambering beneath black storm clouds up rocky scree slopes in freezing snow that would chill you to the bones! Our path was sometimes washed away in front of our eyes! We were sleeping in damp cold clothes that we didn’t change all week, eating rice potato and dahl, drinking boiled water with dead, floating creepy crawlies.
Our goal was to make it to the sacred lake Panch Pokari to collect some of the sacred waters into a vessel blessed by the High Lama from Kathmandu and take it back to him. Didn’t seem to hard, but with the lack of sleep and food, the cold, the leeches, altitude sickness, we lost one of our five to exhaustion and dehydration who was spectacularly air lifted by helicopter from the side of a steep mountain.