Day 75
Last night, I had a long video call with my best friend in New Zealand, someone I met through work in 2007, and whom I spent some time in the… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: Antarctic
Day 40
Fragments. I don’t expect this to be coherent. A new adventure today. I have a ticket for tonight’s football match. Ever since A started working at Norwich City, ever since… Continue Reading
The Ice – addictive, dangerous, and deadly
Only last night I was talking for an hour with a friend of mine who’d just finished reading Dead Men, telling him how, in my short time on the Antarctic,… Continue Reading
The Ice
I thought I could just shrug it off,from one day to the next,a story, a place, another quest done,tick the box, move on. It’s impossible. I was there, years ago,steeped… Continue Reading
Amundsen’s Secret Diary
Any author goes through countless versions of a book before the final, definitive text is sent to be published. Dead Men was no different. There were three different endings, several… Continue Reading
Frederick Hooper’s diary, 12th November 1912
F.J. Hooper was one of the party who went searching for Captain Scott, Wilson, Bowers, Captain Oates, and P.O. Evans in October 1912, after the Polar Party had not returned… Continue Reading
Excerpts from Frederick Hooper’s diary
F.J. Hooper was one of the party who went searching for Captain Scott, Wilson, Bowers, Captain Oates, and P.O. Evans in October 1912, after the Polar Party had not returned… Continue Reading
Great Scott – aka Titanic Scott
It’s almost four weeks now since Dead Men was released into the wild. And it’s not been an easy four weeks. The gig at the NHM in London was brilliant,… Continue Reading
the closer, 1912
flies in my gutfire like a leechin my facethe wind marching against mein this dark half yearand everywhere is north nothing left ofsummer and winterno betweena scattering of worldup thereoutside… Continue Reading
Scott’s Last Diary Entry, Undated
One of our watches was wrong,Changed by the weather’s ferocious gnawAt the metal we trusted.Did we forget to wind themAnd lose track of our last days,Count too many hours? I… Continue Reading