Macaroni Penguin: sounds like it was invented by Delia, looks like it was invented by Dali. This particular beastie has long bright yellow spiky bits where lesser creatures have eyebrows, making it look like a punk Patrick Moore. It nests up in the tussock grass: no plebian beach-dwelling for these dandy aristocrats. They're strictly up-town amphibians.
After yet another morning of photographing implausible wildlife, we cruised into Drygalski Fjord, focal point of an utterly spectacular glacial landscape. Countless high peaks stretching up and back into the white interior; hanging glaciers poised over vertical voids; and the ancient Risting Glacier creeping down to its fractured edge, 50m high and half a mile wide, perpetually crumbling into the end of the fjord. After lunchtime's mixture of horizontal snow, sunshine, wind, fog, sleet and sudden calm, the fjord presented itself clad in sunshine untroubled by anything as namby-pamby as an ozone layer (nose peeling again despite a liberal dose of Factor 50) and it was a good day to own a polarizing filter. That's another 900 photos, then (895 of which suffer from over-use of polarizing filter, of course...)
