Life in Hope Ness is not all “sweetness and light,” especially in winter, the way we get it here sometime in this part of Canada: from sub-zero, Arctic-air-mass cold for days on end, followed by a day or two of winds from the south bringing a sudden thaw, and rain, like today. It’s not pretty.
Strange the way the mind works sometimes, but I was thinking I’d even prefer last winter’s record-setting cold, when the deep freeze came and settled in for months.
Then I thought of Antarctic, which led me to think of Ernest Shackleton, one of my historical heroes. And that led me to thoughts on the nature of his heroism, and that it arose in desperate circumstances stemming from apparently disastrous failure.