When I was grumbling about the weather here to my fiancée, Pip, via satellite phone last night she told me not to laugh, but she’d added Antarctica to the weather app on her iPhone, and it was going to be sunny tomorrow.
I laughed immediately. “How on earth can anyone give one forecast for somewhere the size of India and China put together?” And of course the sun came out today. I feel that somehow Antarctica is teaching me important lessons in marital diplomacy, as well as about things like grit and determination and not licking your spoon when it’s been stuck in the snow in the porch of your tent overnight.
It was hardly blue skies and blazing sunshine, but the clouds lifted high enough that I could see the mountains in front of me again, and let enough light through that I had at least a smudge of a shadow all day, so navigation was a doddle. It was also pretty cold this morning (my guess: -28° C) which consolidated the soft snow and gave me a better surface to ski over. The upshot is a new record for this expedition, 21.37km in 8.5 hours of travel. A half-marathon dragging about 120kg (264lb or nearly 19 stone) behind me, which is probably why my legs feel a bit tired as I lie here in my sleeping bag. Now there’s a bit of scenery, I’ve taken a photo of my little home.
P.S. Hello to Jonno and Mike and everyone at One Performance! (Please can I have a new whiteboard column for the 120kg 21km sled drag?)
P.P.S Hello also to my brothers from another mother at Gym Harambe. I hear you’ve been making progress, and I’m looking forward to a throw-down – either on a Welsh hill or in a South London garage – as soon as I’ve recovered from this camping holiday!