After spending almost all of yesterday wrestling technical gremlins (and we'd still be wrestling them now if it wasn't for Anthony Goddard's assistance - thanks Ant!) it was good to get some good old-fashioned man-hauling in today.

We set off just before midday and enjoyed an afternoon of Greenland at its best: blue skies, bright sunshine, jagged mountain horizons in every direction and just enough breeze to stop us sweating without worrying that our noses were going to fall off. For the kit geeks following our progress, the Skitrab skis are still going strong. I spent the whole day on them today and they seem to give such a performance advantage that I'm reluctant to let Tarks anywhere near them again.

And if you're into that kind of thing, you might be interested to hear that we're now pitching our tent - a Hilleberg Keron 3 GT - using eight skis, four ski poles and two sledges, but with no pegs (or snow stakes) at all. It seems to work brilliantly, but the prospect of spending nearly four months living in a tent in Antarctica and not packing any tent pegs still feels a bit odd...