Days six and seven

Today we had a huge snowball fight at a place called Texas Bar (It is quite like Ny London)! It was absolutely mint. Everyone got involved, and poor Richard got pelted. We all slid down the slope holding hands, and nearly went off the end into the soil! I think the BBC got some of it on film. This may be the most northerly snowball fight in the world!!! Woo!!!

Then, we went to a tracker's station. Here we met a tracker who had been living there for a year! Brrrr. As we were walking back to the 'beach', we were also brutally attacked by Arctic terns! They were nesting, and were a tiny bit put out by our presence! We had to hold sticks up in the air, to stop them attacking us.
Never mind firearms training... At the beach we decided to go for a wee dip... in the ARCTIC SEA!!!!!!!!!!! ARE WE MENTAL??? Yes probably. I can tell you - it was more than a bit chilly. Apparently, stay in for longer than 2 minutes and you die. Needless to say, we did not test out this theory. And we did not tell our mums that when we phoned them!!!