Port Lockroy Update
9th- 14th February 2010
The end of the season is now in sight and we are starting to think
about end of season stock takes, inventories and the next chapter in
our lives. It is very strange to think that our time here is
ending. It is such an incredible place to be able to call home for
however long Antarctica allows us to be here.
Port Lockroy, as regular readers will know, is a natural harbour
surrounded by the towering glacier walls of Wiencke Island. The
island was named after the Norwegian, Carl August Wiencke, who at
the age of twenty drowned tragically in the area in 1898 whilst
participating in the Belgica Expedition to Antarctica. This week, a
relation of Master Wienke came to Port Lockroy to pay his respects,
and we were thrilled to welcome him to Bransfield House. Another
visitor was a lady who had come to Port Lockroy back in 1994. She
described Bransfield House, as being a ruin with the floor
collapsing and Gentoo penguins all over the base. Incredibly, this
trip was her 103rd visit to Antarctica!
There has been amazing progress on the Nissen Hut. The floors have
now been laid and we were able to help raise the metal frames of the
bedroom area. Rick, Joe and Graham invited us round for drinks one
night and it was such a novelty being able to go out on our wee
island (and not having to struggle into our immersion suits). It
was really cosy inside, and although there is no furniture at the
moment it still feels homely. It's going to be fantastic
accommodation for next year's staff. The lads' hospitality was
enjoyed so much, we ended up going back a few nights later for an
impromptu tasty tinned dinner. Meanwhile, breakfast at Bransfield
House has once more become a pleasure with the surprise but very
appreciated crate (yes, crate) of yoghurt from Prince Albert 2. It
is a welcome change from the powdered milk we usually have with
breakfast. Other culinary treats this week involved Rachel making
some mouthwatering Antarctic pasties, and Claire continuing the
theme with creamed mushroom and stilton tartlets.
It was that time of the season for a whole island count of the
chicks in their loosely formed creches. There are 832 chicks causing
havoc around the island. This is a 20% increase on last season's
creche count. A lone leopard seal hauled out on a bergy bit floated
close by the island. When the chicks finally brave the cold waters
of the bay, time will only tell how many will have the fortitude to
evade the impressive razor sharp teeth of these terrifying and
brutally efficient predators. On a lighter note, Claire managed to
get some funny footage of chicks manically chasing their parents for
regurgitated food. It is quite hilarious to watch, and the chicks
often trip up and fall flat on their faces. They certainly keep the
adults busy, and the most persistent chicks pretty much always end
up winning.
The unpredictable tide allowed us a brief visit to the outcrop of
rocks a stone's throw away known as Bill's island. We carefully
made our way over the slippery rocks, and we were able to walk round
the small island. When we got to the far end we were met with the
calls from a pair of Skuas. They must have a nest there, however we
were unable to see any nest or chicks as we were systematically
bombarded by the pair. They would swoop down low, and screeching
continuously fly straight at our heads, only pulling away at the
last possible moment so that we could feel the air from their wings
on our faces. It was very exciting and we had to make a hasty
retreat to safety.

As the nights continue to creep in earlier, the stars in turn start
to show themselves a little more. The countdown to the end of our
incredible journey this year has started and we wonder what
adventures lie ahead.
Claire
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