Bearly minutes after gaining the far bank of the Impassable gulley the weather closed in. The wind picked up, the cloud came down and it started snowing. Our first Arctic storm. We managed to get our camp up with minutes to spare. The next 24hours were spent cowering in our tents, wondering if our pulks had blown away and if we'd ever be able to get home again. This isn't the best picture but Zoe and me were in hysterics at the prospect of popping outside for a quick pee complete with face mask, goggles and Mauser K98 (loaded with four rounds at all times and taken everywhere we went, as is the law in Svalbard).