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By late November I should have been well into the first fortnight
of my expedition with the Leverett Glacier already behind me
but instead I was sitting in ALE's basecamp at Union Glacier
looking at the Ellsworth Mountains. It was a clear day and
even though the temperature was well below zero it felt warm
in the sunshine. I took a mug of coffee from the mess tent and
sat on the veranda outside, leaning against the tent wall where
it was sheltered from the wind.
Union Glacier is nestled in the heart of the Ellsworths and
I let my gaze run over the crowded skyline as I used to do at
Rothera. The mountains were different in character to those of
my past Antarctic home. Here there was more spike and less
curve, and the exposed rock was paler, almost metallic, in the
blanching sunlight. I watched the comings and goings in camp,
occasionally nodding greetings to passersby heavily wrapped
in layers of down. Lifting my face towards the sun I registered
once again the irony of the perfect weather above me. For the
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