It was worth getting dressed and going out, even though it was cold and rainy. A wandering albatross graced me with its presence, soaring in and out of the mist, gliding in big loops around the ship. It doesn’t quite look like the picture of an adult wanderer, which is white, so I’ll have to go and ask Tui how she identified it. Being one of the authors on an exquisite book about albatrosses, she will have the answer.
Pretty near impossible to take a decent photo with the equipment I have at my disposal, but I notice that never stops anyone making an attempt in Antarctica. So here’s my attempt, which fails to show the size, grace and beauty, but might give you a hint…
P.S. The same person who scattered sleepy dust in the hallways last night got into my last blog post and peppered it! with! exclamation! marks! Of course I didn’t notice till after it had gone. Hate those things. Sorry.