*Photograph by Natasha Henwood My family are nomadic – my husband and I by choice, our son by grim reluctance. Since I left home as a teenager, I’ve not lived in one town more than five years, or in one abode more than three. The average, over the past 24 years, is one move per …
Month: December 2017
Arctic travel requires patience, I reminded myself as I waited in a queue for a hotel voucher at Keflavik ariport. We were stuck in Iceland – again – our connecting flight having never left Nuuk because of winter blizzard conditions. Of course it’s nice to get home, but being stuck in Iceland isn’t so bad. …
We sailed into a small settlement on a calm day, two of us motoring in an open boat. I leaned over the side, staring deep into the clear, frigid water. As the sea bottom shallowed and came into view, my heartbeat quickened at the sight of ghostly white limbs, sharpening into focus, drawing toward me. …
It was pitch black, five o’clock on a late January afternoon, when my son and I walked the few hundred metres from our home to the local supermarket. Crisp and dark, but the street lamps glowed yellow on the deep snow. Immediately we noticed the familiar, deep, heavy grind of helicopter blades – whack, whack, …