Frozen Fingers Travelling from the land of the polar bears to the land of the penguins, in the wake of the Arctic terns.

Ann Kirsti and I have been trying to track down one last piece of equipment and it has been almost impossible to find. But wahey! We've finally found it! And its going to wing its merry way over to my rucksack if I'm lucky :) Then its just to pile in the socks and gloves and brown cheese, marmite and Christmas pud and head South, like the Arctic terns. Although they don't bother with all this packing nonsense!