Monday's trek was cold. Hair, eyelashes, eyebrows and even the inside of my nose froze.
On the upside, I had a new turbo powered team of huskies for the morning. On the downside, my team got changed in the afternoon for one that wasn't quite so turbo charged. They didn't like hills. After a while they decided that they didn't like flat either. By the end of the afternoon, I felt like I had been carrying the poor dears, and the sled, most of the way.
I also got a groin injury. I thought you had to be a footballer to get one of those. It seems not though.
Towards the end of the day we had a bit of a Ben Hur moment. I was having problems with the dogs on the hills, and Jenny Willott's dogs kept trying to pass me. I had a flash of "it's a two horse race" pass before my eyes. Lucky for both of us that we were in the Arctic and not a Roman circus!
