My White Christmas
Then we were ferried across to Port Lockroy and explored Bransfield House. We became tourists again rather than expeditionists as we browsed in the museum, had our passports stamped and even posted postcards. We returned to the ship a slightly pensive group as this was to be our last landing. We spent the afternoon enjoying the scenery, seabirds, penguins and occasional whale sightings as the ship travelled nothwards. We were privileged to watch a short film that Chris, our expedition leader, had recorded about the the escapades of Douglas Mawson during the Australasian Antarctic Expedition. It was exceptionally well made and gave us an insight into the horrendous conditions endured by early explorers. Our cosy dining room offered a great contrast between his and our expeditions.