Sunday 26th September.
We are having a gentle day at the rather surprisingly named 14th July Glacier. A day at the beach with ice instead of sand. Everyone has something they want to play at. We all do our own things while a young seal looks on in surprised amusement.
Bob Davies a wonderful Canadian architect who has been a great friend throughout this voyage, makes his long anticipated ice chair. I find a skull shaped iceberg to photograph. Nick Drake writes a poem for it:
THE ICE SKULL
(for Deborah Warner)
I laid my hand on the skull
And this is what it said:
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What can we hope for the headwear future?
furry flaps
and ice skulls
stay safe
xf