I woke up this morning to the thickest, cloudiest, whitest whiteout
I've ever experienced. I couldn't see a thing. The wind is blowing like mad and it's snowing again. To top it all off, I've drifted south nearly three nautical miles and am currently surfing south east (mostly east, luckily) at an incredible speed. I'm certainly 'getting the full benefit of the package' (one of my favourite army catchphrases). I'm sure Pen & I never had it this bad in 2001.
I took the decision to stay put - I'd crossed some really dodgy ice yesterday and didn't want to be effectively blind in the same situation - the whole Dominick/Frederic thing has made me far less gung-ho about taking risks.
My plan is to get an early night and then put in a big, big day tomorrow. Today I've been writing my diary, reinforcing the broken boot and sewing up holes in gloves. My mum would be proud of my new found sewing skills and the boot repair mk.3 looks like it could be a winner.
Today is dedicated to John and Marie-Christine Ridgway, and to Andy, Nick, Tom, Ward, Sanel and Desmond. Into the mist...