We anchored on Friday night in Atta Sound a small horseshoe bay deep everywhere(150m-285m) except close to the shore.

Yesterday we started the day with a hike up the surrounding hill to view the passage we were to make to get us to the Glacier.

The area is very much like west cork and little or no flowers except for the green moss on the rock. The mossies' are a problem every where you go except at sea,and as soon as you stop to rest the attack starts, this day they were joined by the midge who swarmed around us on the mountain, fly nets which look quite unattractive in the photo’s were essential but you have to remember to remove them to blow your nose or sneeze! Ask Mike!

the view up the channel showed a huge quantity of brash ice with a lead up the centre.

We decided to go for it and see how far up we would get. The helming required full concentration as to hit one of there medium sized bergs would be sure to do damage to the fiberglass, but for the prop to hit a small one could put it out of action. At two stages we nearly turned back but nudged our way clear very slowly and the prop out of gear, to an open lead. After 3 hours we had covered 10 miles , we normally coast along at 7 miles/hr.

Lunch was hot soup and a crust of bread in the hand as we sat broadside to the glacier mesmerised by its sheer size and beauty. Every now and then a thunder like crash was heard but we saw no large amounts of glacier falling into the sea.

At all times you were anxious that if it all started to go we were too close for comfort!

A large iceberg nearby turned turtle bashing into another berg with spectacular force and sending a shockwave through the water. The force of this relatively small action was enough for us to comprehend how a family had been washed away to their death 4 years ago after a large calving occurred  while picnicking on a beach beside the glacier next to Ilulissat town.

By 3pm we were happy to mosey off and weave our way back through the brash which had all changed this time hugging the shore line was in order.

We were too late to head too far South so we nipped back into Atta Sound for another night at anchor with a few small Cod in our bag caught by Carla and Mike. There were a few more bergs at thr entrance to the bay and one big one to contend with for the night in the inner harbour with a dozen or so nasty growlers which we poled away with ease.

The berg grounded before midnight and that gave us a full night’s sleep to all.