Peter Pan

"Believe, you just have to believe!!" Solomon says this morning as
we're drinking tea in the tent. He, one of the dig team, is now known
as Peter Pan. For two days now has woken up at 6am intent on digging
out the tents because he believes, he really believes, he really really
believes an aircraft will come and take us away from the Fosdicks. Today
he woke us up at 6am after seeing a sun patch dancing across the glacier
like tinkerbell - this must mean that the plane will come!! "Hoorah
Hoorah", we call gayly from our sleeping bags, jumping up and dressing
for digging with excitement in our eyes. We Dig, we smile, we give
weather observations, tinkerbell dances across the glacier some more. We
drink tea, laugh jovially and pack things up in great expectations of
the riches that will be found at the end of our flights to Neverland.

We realise that Neverland is actually missing a space.

Never Land. And it doesn't, ever.

Same Same but different it seems. We have currently had the Basler,
piloted by Captain Hook, cancelled today, and the second, for the
twotter boys, is on the longest weather delay in history. The pilot,
Mark, seems positive still and says as we're only two hours away so we
should keep on giving weather obs and see what happens. The broken
cloud is fixing itself, the scattered cloud is regrouping, the fair
contrast is getting ugly, the poor horizontal definition is still
lacking funds, tinkerbell is getting fainter by the minute, and the snow
has started to fall...