The point at which we could row no further @alexgregorygb · December 25, 2017 We’d reached the furthest point North we possibly could & there in front of us was a vast, surging, churning mass of ice. Broken, crunching & grating over itself it blocked our route meaning there was nothing we could do but turn the boat and head South West.
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