Walking is man’s best medicine.
(Hippocrates)
Wandering about with Montagu Slater was an unusual experience for J. Robert Oppenheimer. He was a strong smoker – and not at all accustomed to sustained physical exercise. But Slater was insisting on hiking.
“I don’t know whether this country is truly socialist – or even communist.” Slater had argued. “But I know for sure it’s a friggin’ police state. Uniformed police, secret police, you name it – and you trip over them everywhere. Keep to the road, or the rail, and you’ll meet the police… And the bloodhounds know your pretty face, and mine… No, we’ll take the narrow paths through the countryside, far away from all hustle and bustle.”
One had to avoid hamlets, villages and small towns as well, Slater had lectured.
“People there spot strangers at first sight. Even if they do not work for the system, they talk – and are eavesdropped by the spooks. The big cities are harmless – if you know how to avoid the guardians; people there generally don’t know their neighbours, let alone strangers. In the big cities, you can forage – and even take a shower – without fear. Foraging in rural areas makes you a quarry.”
Oppenheimer was surprised that Great Britain, the motherland of the first industrial revolution, should still offer so much unspoiled countryside. Slater was heading for Maryport in Cumberland; from Glasgow, that was a stretch of way of about 120 miles. Most of the time, they would be hiking through Scotland, the Central Lowlands and the Southern Uplands. There were no major towns on their itinerary; therefore, they had to forage in Glasgow – and carry the stuff in their backpacks.
Slater had planned to cover the distance in four days, but Oppenheimer’s sore feet made this scheme obsolete on day two. One had to go into hiding. It was end of February, and the weather was abominable. By evening of day three, Oppenheimer was shivery. – Slater had erected a shack from branches, dead leaves and grasswrens. It would have been good for one night, but sustained rain made it unusable after the second. – On day four, Oppenheimer’s feet were fit for walking again, but he was feverish.
They carried on. Oppenheimer was keen to get out of Britain. On the evening of day six, they arrived in the vicinity of Maryport. Slater left Oppenheimer shivering in another makeshift shack and went into town in order to contact his conduits. When he returned, Oppenheimer was hot and fantasizing. – Eventually, with the help of four of Slater’s confidants, Oppenheimer was carried to the seaboard and hoisted on board a skiff. The rendezvous with the fishing trawler went smoothly.
But the window of opportunity had already passed by. The PRN destroyer that stopped the trawler had not been in the plans. However, it – most probably – saved Oppenheimer’s life. Within less than two hours, the man was transported to the hospital in Whitehaven, where Lieutenant General Brown visited the reconvalescent famous scientist three days later. – Slater, who had not boarded the trawler, had escaped once more.