Our intrepid Arctic explorers have finally been re-supplied, which one would imagine must raise the spirits of the expeditioners. Let's check in on one of their latest posts:
When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,Only two months and 920 kilometres to go.
And Death looks you bang in the eye,
And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
To cock your revolver and . . . die.
UPDATE: The latest report: "Team cover an impressive 6.5km on a perfect Arctic day. Clear skies, -34C, aquamarine pressure ridges and smooth ice-pans. Happy days....."
By my calculations, the "impressive 6.5 km on a perfect Arctic day" is about half of what is required for them to make the distance.