More indoor fun and weather surprises today. We were given 1hrs notice of impending pickup, resulting in the (now) usual mad rush to pack everything in preparation to rapidly leave – but again the weather closed in. I am very glad not to be flying off in a helicopter in this wind – easily Force 11 on the Beaufort scale – around 60+ knots (120kmph). The surface of the sea is torn off and sprays in a mist across the maelstrom of turbid black waves, ghostly shadows of icebergs looming in the spindrift, spume crashing on the grey shores; the Hut cables sing and the building shakes, the deep throated wind growling in the roof vents; cutlery rattles upon the table, the floor is moving – I feel it through the chair, through my feet. The headlands of Commonwealth Bay – huge ice cliffs – lie enshrouded in grey, above them a luminous streak of pearly blue sky. I will go to sleep with the wind thundering in my ears, even the strange sound of rain on the windows.