Into the Wind
The wind didn't let up for a second last night and Tony kept on waking up, convinced that the solar panel had blown away. I managed to sleep through most of it, though my dreams were certainly pretty crazy. This morning we put the sun hats aside and donned full polar battle gear as we clambered out to meet the wind head-on.
Spindrift searched out every nook and cranny and our sledges were almost buried. The snow was a fine powder, great for downhill skiers but not so good when you're dragging a heavy sledge. With the wind in our faces, the going was relentlessly tough.
The wind rose just as we decided to put up the tent and the poles were bent into crazy angles before we managed to tension the wildly flapping fly sheet into submission. Lying here on top of my sleeping bag, basking in the sunlight that's percolating through the fabric, with the wind still howling outside, it seems barely believable that a few square metres of paper-thin material can provide such a cosy shelter.
On the menu this evening: chicken curry or cod and potato casserole. The curry is definitely our fave, and I may need to call a game of scissors, paper, stone to decide who gets what (I'm in the lead so far, after winning the match that decided who sat in the co-pilot's seat on our helicopter flight out to the icecap). On three: one… two… three!
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