22nd December: Weddel Sea


The sun has stopped rising and Christmas is approaching. Part of my onboard duties is to decorate the plastic Christmas tree – first securing it to the floor and ceiling with strong black tape. As we are now due to arrive before Christmas, carol singing was arranged on the Foc’s’le. Facing into the bitter wind, whilst the prow of the ship brakes through the ice – the mulled wine chills instantly and the singing doesn’t last much longer.