Tourist lucky to survive wilderness

As treacherous in parts as they are beautiful, the Blue Mountains have long posed a challenge to adventurous Brits. Towards the end of the 18th Century, in the decade following white settlement, new arrivals in nearby Sydney were of the belief that lush farmland lay on the other side of this craggy and forested mountain range, but that it lay beyond their reach. It both tantalised and taunted them. The Blue Mountains - or Carmarthen Hills, as they were originally called - were considered impassable and insurmountable. The first official crossing came in 1811, and the intrepid explorers Gregory Blaxland, William Lawson and William Charles Wentworth were rewarded with parcels of land at the time, and thereafter with roads, buildings, statues and even the honour of having parliamentary seats named after them. Jamie Neale is understood to have got lost in the wild after going for a walk Much of the wilderness in this popular tourist spot is pretty much as it was then: dense, rugged, extremely cold in the winter and notoriously difficult to survive in if you have ventured out unprepared. Off-track it is easy to get lost, and easy to get disorientated. It is a vast expanse of land, much of it untamed. These were the challenges facing Jamie Neale, who had left his youth hostel with a small day-sack and not much in the way of warm clothing. He survived by eating seeds and vegetation, a leaf which his father said resembles rocket lettuce. Bushtucker, the locals call it. His shelter, according to his father Richard Cass, was a log, and his attempts to chase down a wild horse, which he looked on as a potential source of food, ended in failure. 'Near miracle' Locals, who know how cold it can get here in the winter - close to freezing overnight - are describing his re-emergence from the bushland as a near miracle. My son is the sort of person who could run to the North Pole and back wearing only his underpants Richard Cass Jamie Neale's father Missing backpacker is found alive When I spoke to police this morning an hour before he was found, they were about to call off the search. His father was about to board a flight back to London. Before leaving, he had created a makeshift memorial for his son, etching his name into a rock and burying a red rose. Perhaps one day they will visit it together. His dad always said that if anyone could survive this, it was Jamie. And so it proved. Speaking to me outside the hospital in Katoomba tonight, he spoke of his resilience and said, rather memorably, that his son was the sort of person who could run to the North Pole and back wearing only his underpants. Watch this space.