The day after Pat’s back injury, he was still in alot of pain. We had no choice but to move on and so everyone had to help out.
The team divided his gear and packed it in their own sleds. Pat skied in front of the them, using his compass and GPS to navigate; Clare, Shaun and Jon skied behind, struggling with the extra weight of Pat’s gear. Each hour they took it in turns to pull his sled (as well as their own!). They moved like snails and Polly and I wanted to help out.
That evening, Polly tied on to the front of the sled and I pushed it from behind. We moved it along slowly but surely; it was hard work but we figured we could definitely give a hand.
Nobody else seemed to be thinking of Christmas – the plan was to ski as usual on Christmas day (because we only have 60 days food and are running tight on time). As I lay in bed, I thought about home – Christmas trees, fairylights, turkey, plum pudding… But most of all I wondered about Santa and whether or not he would leave a jar of honey and a new football for me at Tim’s house!
