I flew over Ingrid Christensen Coast in a helicopter.
Ingrid, did you know your land is ice the colour of the sky? A long smooth curve of plateau sloping gently down to the fjords of the Vestfold Hills, the ice flowing south until it becomes a glacier, carving its way through the old rocks and emerging at the dark blue edge of open sea.
It’s so beautiful it hurts to look at it. Dougie the chopper pilot gave commentary in his lilting Shetland Islands accent and I had a quiet cry behind my sunglasses as we passed over the ancient brown rocks criss-crossed with black dolerite veins, the sea ice in all shades of eggshell blue and the ice plateau covered with snow drifts and sastrugi.
Last day here today. I’m off to help with slushy duty in the kitchen.
Jesse xxxx
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Sounds absolutely amazing. We are privileged here at Pulteney Grammar, to be able to share your special journey. Your description is so vivid, I was almost moved to tears 🙂
I wonder whether you have found out any interesting information about Ingrid Christensen, that you didn’t already know!
Jennifer
A very evocative and moving description, Jesse.
After the ecstasy … the dishes.
Can’t wait to read your book, Jesse. If your blogs are anything to go by, it will be filled with beautiful descriptions of the Antarctic landscape.
XX
Such lovely descriptions. Jesse it sounds amazing. Thank you for blogging.
Perfect.