8th December 2020.
Woke up at 4am. It appears that there is a cockerel which
lives in close proximity to the hotel. The daylight made me think that it was
much later, made me think that I’d missed the breakfast which is left outside the
door at 8am every day. That’s what happens when you move from winter to summer
in 24 hours. There’s a touch of the surreal about it all; it seems like no time
at all since I was driving down to Brize Norton in the freezing fog of an
English winter. No time at all since I was swimming in the river Esk at first
light, and saying some goodbyes, and hugging my mum for the last time in a
while. That’s the beauty of air travel in some ways; you’re on the other side
of the world in a few blinks of an eye. But it’s an awfully long way to travel
without taking very much in. You’re taken out of one world and deposited in
another with no available insight to the worlds you’re passing through. The
flight had one stop, in Dakar, Senegal, to refuel. We were on the ground for
two hours, but not allowed off the plane so all I saw of Africa was from a
cabin window. I treasured those moments, though. Treasured seeing the sun rise
over that most ancient of continents, and smiled as I saw the red dust, that unending
red earth. To see the sunrise, to see the sunset, is a spectacle I’ll never
tire of. It’s to know time, it’s to know change, it’s to know life. It connects
us all, and there is something comforting about the reminder that we are all
under the same skies whether in darkness or in light. I can look to the sun,
and look to the moon, and know that all the people I love can see the same. Separation
from our friends and family need not be that separate at all.
Ten hours after taking off from Dakar we landed in the
Falkland Islands, at RAF Mount Pleasant. As with flying into Senegal, this was
my first time seeing the Falklands. And in truth I knew I wouldn’t be seeing
much more of this place than I did Africa. There was what I could see from the
air, and what I could see from the bus journey to the hotel. But it was
wonderful, and for all the world I could have been in the far North West
Highlands of Scotland. I half expected to see a road sign to Scourie, or a signpost
graffitied with the words ‘Flat Earth’. If the landscape reminded me of Scotland,
the houses in Stanley remind me of Scandinavia. They are all brightly coloured,
bright red, green, blue roofs, some with brightly coloured walls, too. I can
see them from the window of this hotel room. I can also see a few trees and
bushes, and a few cars and people that pass occasionally. A moment ago, a youngish lad cycled past
blasting out some music; ‘do you think my tractor’s sexy’ were the only words
of the song I managed to catch. There’s a strangeness in observing this outside
world, and yet finding myself almost entirely separate from it. Today is the
first full day of my quarantine period in the Falklands. If everything goes to plan,
I’ll be here in this hotel room until 26th December, which is when I’ll
be getting on a ship for the five day journey across the Drake Passage to
Antarctica.
Beautiful writing. So glad you have arrived safe and sound to your first (well second if you count Dakar) stop. I really want to google what that song is! Not sure if I should google what that song is!L
ReplyDeleteThanks lovely! I don't think googling the song will get you into any sort of trouble! Lots of love to Eskdale xx
DeleteBon chance, ma brave!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteAre you working at the BAS? My friend Mark Chambers got a job there, say hi if you see him!
ReplyDeleteHey Cal. Yes, working for BAS. Do you know which station Mark will be at? I'll be at Rothera, and I'll definitely say hi if I see him!
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