20th February
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.