Boots have been my biggest piece of new kit required for the trip. I’ve sailed the coasts of the UK every month of the year and have more bits of fleece, oilies and gloves than you can shake a stick at. But boots fit for wading ashore, climbing rigging and standing … Continue reading
Garlanded with honours and academic recognition, French paleo-geologist Claude Lorius still says towards the end of this film that he wonders whether his life will make a difference. He wanders elegiacally through rocks only half covered in ice and stands in the rising tide on some distant atoll, emphasising the ice … Continue reading
Ernest Shackleton decided that he wanted a professional photographer with him on the grandly named Imperial Trans-Antarctic Exhibition which left England in 1914, receiving the message that war had broken out shortly after steaming out of port. He chose Frank Hurley, a young Australian. Hurley had a great commitment to … Continue reading
I bury a square of unbleached linen cloth with seashells under a cairn on a beach. A beach ochre and yellow-sunset with bladders, scattered with crab shells, limpets, barnacles. with whelks studded between rocks stained by lichen and algae. Nothing on the beach is the colour of the sea except … Continue reading
