A small red passenger liner Skorpios III, two hundred and thirty feet with sixty guests gave us a hoot on the horn as we came about to pass narrows between Orrego Bay and Zapta Island. Where do these names come from? We had entered Heusser Passage, the water turned bright turquoise and bubbles around the bow sparkled in freezing spray. The prize ahead was Amelia Glacier. 50.56.47 S 73.43.88 W

Terrific, white snow topped ruffled blue ice that came down and touched the sea ahead of us. Broken ice bergs bobbed about as we closed the ice wall. Speed down to dead slow ahead as we munched into the head of broken ice, crunchy munchy crackles around the bow, totally wicked to be in melt water from the time of the dinosaurs.

Take some home, poles out to collect small chunks of ice debris, sail yacht Hollinsclough sat stationary below the growling glacier in blue light reflecting from the crystal world of ice water.