I love my work, I love my dogs
I love my wife, I love my life
It's not that I don't want to stay
But I'm looking for adventure
So I have to go away.
I'll never say I'm cold again
Not after being here
The stars will never shine so bright
The air will never seem so clear.
Not many people witness this
It's not a people place
Where the sun stays up all day and night
And the earth meets outer space.
There's not much food down here,
Just krill and fishy treats
No vegetables will ever grow
And you can't go out to eat.
Some say this place will drive you mad,
Nothing but ice and snow
Others that it gets to you
Like nowhere else they know.
Now I'm ready, soon I go
To the cold round bottom of the globe.
I will be busy, but there may be times
In those quiet moments that I find
To sit and reminisce
About the other cold round bottom that I miss
The one I left behind.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
I love my work, I love my dogs
I love my wife, I love my life
It's not that I don't want to stay
But I'm looking for adventure
So I have to go away.
I'll never say I'm cold again
Not after being here
The stars will never shine so bright
The air will never seem so clear.
Not many people witness this
It's not a people place
Where the sun stays up all day and night
And the earth meets outer space.
There's not much food down here,
Just krill and fishy treats
No vegetables will ever grow
And you can't go out to eat.
Some say this place will drive you mad,
Nothing but ice and snow
Others that it gets to you
Like nowhere else they know.
Now I'm ready, soon I go
To the cold round bottom of the globe.
I will be busy, but there may be times
In those quiet moments that I find
To sit and reminisce
About the other cold round bottom that I miss
The one I left behind.
Rob has gone to the British Antarctic Survey base as a mechanic for 15 months. He reports that a white Christmas is looking likely.
