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Documentary Donation - Singing Across The Divide
BE PART OF A JOURNEY WITH NO MAP, BOUND FOR PLACES WE CAN ONLY BEGIN TO IMAGINE.
Ice Tracks: Today's Heroic Age of Polar Adventure
There was no point in thinking about the emergency beacon because no-one was going to get there in time and no plane could land. I pulled my little picture painted by Jock which was laminated with a message from William on the other side. I laid it on top of one of sledges and I focused on it, like a prayer, and everything receded. The noise and chaos, and even the fear just seemed to back off….. I thought how strange, in the eye of death, I am standing here thinking of love.
The Antarctic Diaries Of Frank Wild
Rotten day. Started away at 8 a.m. in fresh breeze and drift, fortunately warm. Temp. 17, but darned uncomfortable to face. I was not able to eat my breakfast, and before the forenoon was up I was so done up that I had to walk behind S. to keep the wind off. At lunch my appetite returned partially, and I ate a good meal of raw beef and biscuit – feeling considerable better for it. During the afternoon I became jolly hungry and ate nearly a pound of Chinaman and tonight have made as good a dinner as anyone, so expect to be A.1 in the morning. The wind increased this afternoon and snow fell; it is now quite a blizzard. The Southern Journey
The Quest For Frank Wild
Macklin, who was on anchor watch between 2 and 4 a.m., recounted: ‘A cold night but clear and beautiful, with every star showing. I was slowly walking up and down the deck, when I heard a whistle from the Boss’s cabin. I went in, and he said, “Hullo, Mack, boy, is that you? I thought it was. I can’t sleep to-night, can you get me a sleeping draught?” he explained that he was suffering from severe facial neuralgia, and had taken fifteen grains of aspirin with little effect.’ Macklin tucked a heavy Jaeger blanket around the Boss, encouraging him to take things more quietly in the future. ‘You are always wanting me to give up something. What do you want me to give up now?’ Those were Shackleton’s last words.
Shackleton's Critic
…the eating horse flesh on the return journey ‘uncooked pony meat, killed and frozen after extreme exhaustion in which rigor mortis had not previously played its part’ caused the crippling enteritis which in turn countered the vitamin C value. ‘Thirteen motions in 24 hours was recorded for one of the party. On that day although the weather was favourable we were all unfit to travel Every member of the party suffered very great loss of weight which could only be guessed at.