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.