Pressing on south. The weather cold, wet and grim. Clouds scudding in from the south. Antarctica touched wind blows. We get to Nugget Point and stand at the base of the light house with cliffs on either side and dark clouds rolling in from the southern sea. Below us waves crash and fur seals swim, safe these days from hunters. In a large pool amongst the rocks far, far below us seal pups practice their swimming and diving. We can hear their calls catch in the upswept breeze. It is lonely here. There are people, visitors like us, but it is lonely and beautiful. On we drive the scape ever changing. Brown fields, green hills, hills covered in sheep. A field with a large bull juxtaposing another small field with two llamas, a reindeer and two
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