LOO-JW - Alone in Antarctica: The First Woman to Ski Solo Across the Southern Ice - page 70

anchors, burying my skis in cavernous trenches to hold the
guy ropes and entombing the tent in a deluge of shovelled
snow. Crawling wearily into the shelter of my little Hilleberg
I realised that being inside the tent now felt like a sanctuary
rather than a confinement. The past twenty-four hours had
bonded us. I fussily arranged my kit along the walls of the
sleeping compartment and felt both grateful and reassured by
its protection. The Hilleberg was my home on the ice and for the
first time I saw it as cosy. The subdued yellow light of the tent
and the reassuring roar of my stove cheerfully providing both
warmth and water were to become the two most important
blessings within my Antarctic home.