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Entry 5

Entry 5

Prospect Point - Wednesday April 7th

There are two events to report today, well three really, but the third is more an in-house disciplinary matter for Rockhopper and I'll leave it to last.

The first is that today has been one of those incredible Antarctic days when the sun shines, the sky is blue, the light catches the bergs and the sea and the glaciers, and when there is no other place on Earth worth being in. It is for days like today that we come back. A day that shapes our memories. I am unashamedly thrilled by it. It is a yabadabadoooooooooooooooo day.

The second is the we have arrived at Prospect Point and glided in through the newly forming sea ice to find the hut in a sorry state but in the most wonderful location. It may be that the towering ice walls and shifting, murmuring glaciers made the place next to useless for exploration and science work. It may be that it was abandonded in 1959 after just 3 years. But I'll tell you what, give me a rocking chair, set me on the porch at Prospect Point with a supply of G&T and a run of days like today, and it has to be one of the most marvelous places on our planet to just sit. And that's all. To sit and marvel. And sip.

Me and The Children
"Me and The Children"

Which brings me to Rockhopper. Rufty-tufty cameraman Luke and Senior (more of which shortly) Producer Saritha were, as ever, the embodiment of professionalism and dedication to their craft. That is, until the team photo for the web site when a day-long growing unease I have felt finally gave me grounds to change their job titles. Drawing on a precedent set in the BBC New York Bureau I will in future be referring to them as The Children. In NY, Brian (the much-grander-than-me Brian Barron) used to say "That's not for me - give it to one of the children" whenever he was asked to do almost anything. Brian is older than me and his staff were mostly aged about 19 or 20, clearly much older than Luke and Saritha, so the precedent is valid.

Isn't there some rule about taking children to Antarctica? Not taking them, perhaps? Memory fails. Pass the G&T.
Richard Wilson

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