Shelley, congratulations on your very impressive prospectus. Best wishes for your own work on the freshwater environs.
50 degrees south and discover
its hidden secrets
Walking through a sea lion colony yesterday, Campbell’s wind thwarted my planned blogging activities. As I simultaneously counted live and dead sea lion pups, kept an eye on the Bulls (‘beach masters’) and minded my step on an exposed rocky outcrop in screaming wind, I was unable to add a fifth task of photography. Sadly, therefore, this experience of life (and death) in the subantarctic went un-pictured. I would love to have captured the cute yet devilish image of baby pups attempting a menacing roar in miniature. These wind related disappointments aside I wouldn’t wish for too many more still or clear (aka ‘fine’) days.
Wind, clag, sleet, wind, I love Campbell’s weather. The strongest gust I’ve recorded to date measured 52.2 knots—any stronger and I can’t hold my footing in order to obtain a measurement. It’s quite exhilarating to walk in wind that pushes you over if you hold a foot in the air too long between steps. Capturing the experience visually is difficult especially on the sunny days. Rather than depicting the freezing conditions, when I review photographs that have me rugged up I always think shorts and t-shirt would appear far more suitable. The wind does expose some vanity on my part. In these drying conditions, I am particularly thankful for the miracle of moisturiser.