…or the summit of sartorial statements?
It’s strange what you remember after all these years, especially when it comes to matters of detail. This photo was taken from the summit of Croomble, a peak to the north of the col between Taserssuaq and Kangerdluk inlet. The view is south-east, towards the Ilua fjord region. Continue reading “Climbing in his sleep….”
Phil recalls an earlier flight from 1965
It just didn’t seem right. Our aircraft had been losing height and was now descending in a wide sweeping spiral. No reason was given for this behaviour. What on earth was going on? Ahead the pack ice was drifting down the east coast of Greenland and glistening in the sunlight under a startlingly blue sky. We were dropping steadily down towards a hostile sea packed with a jumbled jigsaw of broken ice floes and dotted with icebergs drifting calmly southward. Continue reading “Going to land?”
…and a really famous Belgian
She didn’t even have a fancy cartouche¹. A few simple words was all it took. “Norse ruins” in the map legend got us going; the sight of “Norse church ruin” and we were done for. For she was telling us that there were items of possible interest all around, demanding to be located and investigated. Little did I know that my vulnerability to seduction-by-map would last a lifetime and that at various times it would drive me into the arms of libraries for lengthy periods of study. For I was a would-be mathematician, with little need for libraries and what they contained. How wrong I was. Continue reading “The Power of Maps”
It was news of the death of actor Robert Vaughn, last survivor of the Magnificent Seven, that prompted me to recall the above image. Here gunslinger The Youngster, with pretend gun cocked, is confronting the Old Timer who persisted in calling him “yoongster”. If it all looks rather tense, it is only because of the fine acting from the leading players in this youth versus age drama – for Bob was the oldest of the student body. Continue reading “Getting on and getting on”
An account from the 1960 expedition
We are delighted to include this guest contribution from Ian Wasson and Colin Martin of the 1960 expedition, which starts with their image of Nalumasortoq.
The pack-ice was unusually bad around South Greenland that year and had caused us long delays in reaching it. Travelling by sea from Copenhagen our ship, the Disko, had been holed below the water-line, Titanic-like, off Cape Farewell. The crew managed to apply a canvas patch and we made our slow way to Narsaq with a severe list. Continue reading “Even earlier tales from Tasermiut!”
– on the middle of the three peaks south of Kangerdluk inlet
We were on top of our mountain. It was nameless and unsung. When we got back down at camp we could play around with ludicrous names, and rack our idle minds with playful possibilities. If for a brief imaginary moment it was our mountain then we could merge our names to call it Phriss. Continue reading “Down with Phriss”
The view was worth the effort…
We awoke late. Nevertheless we went ahead with our attempt to climb Rubicon (1,700m) – a mountain forming part of the east flank of the Qinguadalen valley. It was a beautiful day; a cloudless azure sky, a bright sun and no wind. However such a day is not altogether perfect. In the valley a myriad of mosquitoes and black flies took advantage of the fine weather and attacked us relentlessly. Once above biting insect level at around 500m, we breathed a sigh of relief. Continue reading “Rubicon”