The afternoon, and our good ship brought us deeper into the northwest side of Port Foster, to Telephon Bay, so named after a salvage vessel that had moored in the bay in 1909. It was windy and snowy (had that been mentioned before? this morning?), too windy for our kayakers this time, but our intrepid zodiac drivers took us ashore and we hiked our way to the volcanic crater which had erupted in 1969 sending it’s Chilean scientific neighbours running for cover to the British Antarctic Survey station in Whaler’s Bay before being evacuated to safety. Today it was quiet and inactive, covered with snow and ice, the stark bareness of the place with mountains surrounding was stunning. Most of us took off on a long walk with John,’up snowy hills and down snowy dales’ across the terrain of this bleakest of places. Strong gusts of wind hurried us back to the landing site and back to the warmth and comfort of our home.
Later in the afternoon Scott put on ‘part one’of a most fascinating of documentaries about Shackleton, his life, men and adventures- can’t wait for part two! Ramon was on after dinner in the lounge, entertaining us with his wonderful spanish music, and then it was time to hit the hay. We were all exhausted after a full days outings.
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