Author Archives: Rhian

Much to my surprise, I love America. We spend a lot of time in Britain bitching about America, Americans, Americanisms and of course the American administration. It’s very easy. But whenever I come here, I find some things very comfortable … Continue reading →

I have just been on a most spectacular jolly down a fjord on (in? at?) South Georgia. Drygalski Fjord. Spectacular. Even those who had seen rock in the last year were staring with gaping jaws. And grinning like pigs, if … Continue reading →

I’m not sure why I’m destined to love one of the most remote and inaccessible places in the world. Perhaps it is just one of those quirks of character that define who you are and which, try as you might, … Continue reading →

Well, the title says it all really. The cute fluffy penguins are all dead now and Halley has been transformed back into a construction site full of boys and their tonker toys. And it’s still a great place to be. … Continue reading →

I’m writing to you on a Sunday afternoon, the rugby on, fairly loud, in the background. South Africa v Ireland: surprisingly up-to-date by Halley standards as the game was only played about 2 months ago. It must be summer. This … Continue reading →

It’s 6am on christmas eve and I’m struggling to stay awake for the last two hours of this 12 hour shift. These are always the hardest. When it’s quiet and warm inside and sleepiness creeps back in again. Outside, I … Continue reading →

I’ve had in mind to write this piece all week but every day something new arises that makes the week even more extraordinary. So much so that the initial inspiration now almost smacks of the ordinary. So I’ll just list … Continue reading →

It is all too easy for gnarly Antarticans emerging from a dark and cold winter to become dissmissive and patronising about the soft summer with all its light and relative warmth. "You think this is cold?", I was regularly asked … Continue reading →

Yes, its true, it’s true, it really is. And you had to hear about it from someone elses web diary! Apologies. The winter is officially over; we’ve had our first visitors. It’s true. Bizarre, odd, quite nice to see friendly … Continue reading →

I got fried today. Toasted, roasted and turned on a spit. Or at least my face did. For a team of caucasians who haven’t seen the sun for six months, and, when they have, have had every inch of flesh … Continue reading →

I’m lying on the snow, emperor penguins all around. Once you get used to the sight, the sound and then smell are probably the most noticeable things. The constant cooing, deep throttle cooing: da da da daa di da da … Continue reading →

Dear Granny, Thankyou so much for your last two letters that I haven’t yet responded to – one of October 15/16th and the next, which I just received today, from the 23rd. I hope you received the flowers in place … Continue reading →

When I first came here, I was mesmerised by continual light, the midnight sun, the beauty of the ice at all times of day and day. I couldn’t understand why both blinds and curtains were firmly closed in evenings at … Continue reading →

I am becoming a little bored of being electrocuted every time I open the fridge door. Or, for that matter, touch a handrail before climbing steps into a building. And then I get a shock, once indoors, when I hang … Continue reading →