"For everything there is a season and for every matter under the sun. A time to be born, and a time to die..."

I have a confession to make...
Hi, my name is Maddie and I haven't seen a single episode of Vikings Season 3 yet :(

I know, this is horrible but it hasn't aired in Ireland yet. And all my great attempts at streaming it online have failed. Even further, despite all my best efforts to ignore all clips and spoilers, I have failed miserably to keep Season 3 a complete surprise for when I do eventually get to watch it. Trying to avoid spoilers on Twitter and Facebook is like trying to dodge the Black Death in the great outbreak in the latter stages of the 1340's...fecking impossible!!

And, in a little bit of a selfish rant, I firmly believe that a new distribution/airing policy should be adopted for situations like this. If you shoot a TV show in a particular country, that's the country it should air in first. Yup, that's my viewpoint and I'm sticking to it. History, sort this out...please...and thank you...if it's not too much hassle...I'm sorry...forget I mentioned it...don't hate me :)

*SPOILER ALERT* (if you just so happen to not know the following, then congratulations, you have way more patience and restraint than I do!)

I know of the passing of Athelstan, to understate the situation completely. This will be a huge loss to the show. It was such a great story line to see him grapple with his beliefs, both his religious struggle and his own personal moral stuggle. And the dynamic of his relationship with Ragnar. This also opens up an interesting new story arc for Travis Fimmel's character as to what he will do without his confidante and, ultimately, his only true friend. After all, Athelstan truely understood and shared Ragnar's curious and worldly nature. What's in store? Only The Seer knows...

Back to my Viking training, I've been busy trying to improve on my Viking-ness. Cast your mind back to Christmas morn(and my first blog post...aw, we've come so far and made so many fond memories already!) and tackling one of the first major hurdles in this journey to becoming a Viking Extra-ordinaire: icy cold water. Getting used to the conditions real Vikings would have had to face in their daily lives when fishing or exploring. You might remember I willingly(but not so gracefully) threw myself into the freezing, December waters of the Barrow along with some other brave souls. To continue on this trend I decided that, since the Vikings would have had to face some crazy and unpredictable situations like storms on the high seas and rough sailing conditions, I would try something that involved choppy water and something scary. So on my travels in New Zealand I got all suited and booted for a rafting adventure. Yes, I clung tight to a inflated piece of rubber that I trusted to get me safely down the Kaituna River through rough rapids and down the highest commercially rafted waterfall in the world...a 7.5 meter drop! I have to say the whole thing was far less scary than I iad imagined and the adrenaline buzz was off the charts, even if we were deliberately flipped over after our descent over the waterfall. (See that arm at the right side of the picture at the front of the boat...that's me meeting the bottom of the waterfull with all its might face first and losing a contact lense in the process!)

Jumping from the raft into the fresh but warm water of the Kaituna, letting the river float you through untouched nature. Bobbing along on my back, recalling the traditional maori blessing for a safe journey and a show of respect for the water and land offered on our behalf before we disembarked, you can't help but be in awe of our great planet. With all the raiding and plundering, I wonder did the Vikings ever stop and just take it all in? For me, the journey through New Zealand was one picture perfect moment after another. So much untouched land that around every bend in the road was another spectacular view. But that moment in the river as I floated along trusting nature(and a fairly serious lifejacket) to keep me safe as I took in the unspoiled scenery, I couldn't help but wonder what amazing sights the Vikings would have come across on their travels that stopped them in their tracks, even just for a split moment.

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Title Quote: Vikings Season 1 Episode 5: Raid

Athelstan praying for Ragnars recovery.

*Because it's a beautiful piece of writing by Michael Hirst, was brilliantly delivered by George Bladgen and was an important moment in the friendship of Athelstan and Ragnar, and sets out the premise for many of the storylines, here is the quote in its entirety.

"For everything there is a season and for every matter under the sun. A time to be born, and a time to die. A time to plant and to pluck up what is planted. A time to kill and a time to heal. Mary, Mother of God, listen to me. Do not let this man die!"

"I want to raid and fight. It is what I was born to do..."

So by now you've probably heard the great news, that Season 4 of Vikings is a go! And even more exciting news, that the has put out a call for 8,000 extras. Open casting days are but a few sleeps away. I, myself, will be attending on April 7th in Wicklow(hence, the title above...feeling all enthusiastic yet bricking at the same time). Shooting is commencing at the end of April. And if that didn't get you all excited, what with Season 3 not even finished airing yet, Clive Standen tweets out to stay tuned to "find out who will make it that far!" He certainly does have a knack for generating a sense of foreboding...who will make it? Who will not? Oh the anxious wait to see how it all pans out! Maybe there's a plot twist ahead. Everybody makes it...because it's set in Valhalla and they all rise again each night and feast together...and the show never ends...Or not! Just a theory.

production company

The whole point of this blog is about my little journey to becoming an extra on Vikings and now it is not even two weeks until my fate is decided. Have to admit, I got struck with a little pang of nerves when I read the press release on the Extras Facebook page. A nervous excitement really...all for the sake of being a fuzzy blur in the background. All the learning archery and swordfighting, and brushing up on rowing and horse riding. But I can't wait to go suss it out and hopefully make the cut. Sure what else would you be doing!?! Hopefully, it'll all be worth it.

In farming news, "Sheep Ragnar" has been deemed to have done the business with "Sheep Lagertha" and "Sheep Aslaug", and so, has been sent back to the farm. We now shall await the arrival of a few little lambie lambs just in time for spring.

In other kind-of-related-to-Vikings-kind-of-not-but-you'll-see-where-I'm-going-with-this news, George Blagden is on Irish shores once more! Whilst still playing a priest, he is shooting a movie called Blight. Sure to mess with your mind and provide you with a few sleepless nights, it is the tale of a girl's tortured soul by some sinister enemy and one priest's attempts to save her. Definitely worth checking out. They have quite an active twitter account, with regular #Ask sessions with various people involved. And George himself has tweeted responses. He quite humurously responded to my question about the fear of being typecast as a priest! Ah bless(no pun intended).

For now, #LikeAViking

Title Quote: Vikings Season 1 Episode 5: Raid
Rollo to Earl Haraldson

"I Believe There's A Way...To Go West"

Apologies for the inactivity of the blog over the last month. But I was making like a Viking and going on an adventure to foreign lands to the West(well, I actually travelled East! But if you go far enough in one direction you end up at the other, right?). My journey took me by air to New Zealand. A place not discovered by the Vikings but, nonetheless, I could not stop making parrells to their culture as I walked through the Te Papa museum in Wellington. Reading of the first Maoris to discover the islands just as the Vikings had done to many parts of the world before. Being in aw of the skilled detail of the hand crafted Maori boats that, whilst different, held undeniable similarities to the Viking ship designs. Even down to the detail of the bow masts with intricate carvings. Reading about their beliefs of how the world was made. How they sacrifieced to their "gods." And their core belief that "What is given by the land should return to the land."

It also got me to thinking about what the people of sea and land would have made of air travel...yup, I was getting all philosophical on my travels! When you think about it, what the Vikings did is absolutely incredible. Putting their lives on the line in search of the unknown. Leaving their families behind with little hope they would ever return. No certainty that anything existed to the West. No idea of how long it would take to sail there if there were lands to be found. No planning for rationing food or fresh water because their journey was unspecified. Nothing but their own company and the sounds of the ocean and weather to keep them entertained. Days of rowing, little sustenance, and probable death...well those thoughts got me to stay quiet about any grumbles I had about my economy seat, the in flight meals that were handed to me, the selection of movies/tv shows on the entertainment system(sadly no Vikings!), and the hot, cold or alcoholic beverages that I could readily request at my own convenience.

Never one to miss an opportunity to further my little Viking lifestyle experiences, I embraced my inner farmer and ended up on a large dairy farm in the depths of Taranki milking 278 cows. Not quite the traditional "bucket and squeeze method" of long ago but still managed to get some farming in. I have acquired knowledge on such things as 16 hour milking when the land is too dry to warrant milking twice a day, grass substitutions(and fyi, cow poo normally smells pretty nasty, but nothing will prepare you for the sinsus shattering, stomach curdling, nauseating stench of KALE COW POO!!!! Superfood? I'm alright thanks if that's what it'll do to you!), and recognising when to hook the milking cups to the guard rail so there isn't too much pressure on the udders(obvious jokes could be made here but I'll leave that for an-udder time! #CowHumour)...Quite proud of myself that I sound like I know what I'm talking about. #NotYourAverageHoliday

In other farming news, the herd of sheep(or threep as I've come to refer to them as...because there are three of them...get it? #SheepHumour) are coming along nicely. "Sheep Ragnar" seems to have inherited his namesakes trademark move...the headbutt. This I found out in spectacular fashion upon return from my travels when I went to put out the feed and received a dead leg. For safety, it is now necessary to carry a yard brush with me to shake in his direction when he tries to make any advances.

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*Title Quote: Vikings Season 1, Episode 1: Rites Of Passage, Ragnar to Rollo