It's about half five in the morning, it's pitch-black, and it's minus-a-lot-degrees. I haven't had a proper wash in four days and I've been consistently cold for just about all that time - although I'm also sunburnt, somehow. Standing in the midst of a great empty plain, I'm not getting any warmer - and the sun doesn't seem to be in any hurry to rise. Rise it does, however, and the icy waiting starts to pay off. With nothing to interrupt them, our shadows stretch far behind us, long, blueish, parallel lines cast by our legs. In every direction, nothing but a sea of white stands between you and the horizon; mildly disorientating, but quite stunning. It's still damn cold though.
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