Since getting home I’ve not been on top of the world. I had a nasty tummy bug which opened up the sluice gates at both ends for the first part of the week. Whether that was from too much pickled herring at the Friday night feast, or all the handling of dog poo covered karabiners who knows. I’ve had pretty low energy all week. The fact that I started the trip with a cold and just pushed through I guess meant that I was inevitably going to crash at some point, so I’m just thankful that it waited until I got home and didn’t spoil the trip at all.
But not being able to do much more than sit on the sofa and ensure I’m in easy reach of a toilet has given me plenty of time to write up the story of our magical arctic adventure. I wonder if anyone will ever read it?