Today was beautiful. I could feel the youngsters were really
getting to grips with what for them, has been, a new routine.
Tonight I made camp, got all eight out of their harnesses
and had a play session with them. There was lots of powdery
snow flying around as they relished leaping about without
responsibility. Walking away from my tent the sun was priming
itself to a blazing tangerine. I turned around and our camp
looked lonely. But I didn't feel like it inside. Pingo came
up to me and launched his great white feet on to my chest
to say, "Hello, Dad". I gave him a hug and tossed
a snowball at him.