Where’s Peter?

Jim called us for a team meeting one morning: “Where’s Peter” he said. “This is a search and rescue exercise, you’ve 3 minutes to get yourselves organised”. And off we went. Hurrying to get torches, kit, clothing, medical kit we left the safety of the guesthouse. Andy took charge as Team Leader to get us organised and start the search. We were quickly split into 4’s and started searching around the guesthouse, sweeping the area and shouting for Peter.

It soon became apparent that we had our own ideas on the best way to find Peter. Jim called us all back in after 6 or so minutes as we were so spread out you’d easily lose one of us if you didn’t keep track. It was decided that a search line would form on one side of the valley. Running into position we formed a line, spreading out as far as our head torches would beam and moved forwards, like an un-oiled army.

We walked at different paces which made it difficult once more. “We need to keep at the same pace” I shouted. At this moment Paul to my right spotted a reflective Peter lying in the snow about 100 meters ahead. “How on earth can you see him?” I thought to myself. Paul sprinted off, me following in his footsteps, draped in my down gear and polar boots which made running in the snow pretty tough. I shouted for the rest of the team.

Peter was there lying on the ground. Paul leapt into action as Medic; Peter told us his name, he knew when he had eaten and what had happened. Peter has fallen over! Someone put the bothy over us as we went through the DRABCDE of medical training. We decided that poor Peter had hypothermia, and he was fading in the cold. After what seemed like 40 or so minutes Jim shouted, “the helicopter will arrive in 5 minutes”.

At that point we had to move Peter to safety and to the helicopter landing site maybe 300 meters away. Using the only kit that we had, we picked up Peter and moved him onto a pulk, strapped him in and off we went. Someone was at his feet, two were pulling the pulk, and 2 either side of Peter to keep in him position. That 300 or so meters felt like miles as we struggled over a ridge and through the snow to safety. “End of exercise” shouted Jim and we all went back into the guesthouse for a debrief.

Scenario training is probably the best way to learn in the Arctic – learn by doing and by making mistakes. I know that if the team had the same situation again, in real life, we would be more effective from start to finish.

Svalbard this time was different – it was 24 hour darkness, the team was a mix of new and older team members. Team dynamics were different – it was interesting having new members to share knowledge and new enthusiasm in the group. We camped out more, we put our years’ worth of training to the test with improved storm proofing of the tent, knots, navigation, skiing and getting organised prior to heading out into the icy wilderness. One night I slept in a snow trench …. The scenario was ‘the tent has blown away’. That night I can’t really say I slept, but I did survive!

One thing that I need to work on is my route planning – realistically on the expedition we will put the GPS coordinates (85°15‘N 176°09’E) into the GPS and head for it (navigating around the ice floes and ridges). In Svalbard we did a route card, looking at points along the Longyearbyen valley and planned 3 days of travel and camping. This slow and laborious process frustrated me – the GPS was new and our team let couldn’t get to grips with it. After ½ day we just about managed it, but it tested my patience … some might say, I didn’t have any patience, for at one point I had to step away from the planning table! Testing the mind is great, but it’s also good to push yourself to that point when you have to ‘take 5’ and step back in.

I felt strong on the ice and in training; my physical training has made me fitter, but as we have a year to go, it’s important to step back, reflect on what I have learnt, what I struggled with and to look at where I am going. The next year with Ice Warrior is going to be challenging but I am very much looking forward to it, and to more scenario training.


An Arctic Ask

Learning the ropes

For the past 9 months I’ve engrossed myself in expedition planning and fitness, navigation and camp craft, technical rope work, expedition medical training – Remote Emergency Care, Level 4 (oh yeah!!!) and expedition leadership and teamwork. I have two jobs; my day job, and my polar job!

I feel competent and ready for the ice; I feel that in an emergency I can deal with any (or most) situations in front of me. I trust my team mates.

I’ve 4 months to go before I hit the great Arctic Sea ice and have one final hurdle to conquer. Getting the funding! I have invested all of my savings (and some of HSBC’s) into this expedition, but I still need to secure funds for the logistics of getting me out to Ottawa, then onto Baffin Island and finally onto Resolute Bay. I need to secure funds for my qajaq (Inuit word for kayak) to keep me safe and to store my food, I need to do one last bout of training in Svalbard, and find some nice wolverine fur to keep me from frostbite.

This amounts to £14,000. I am in discussions with various corporates about sponsorship – we have two big companies on board at the moment, and I am making good links with the science world.

I am training 5 times a week to get my stick arms strong, I am running, I am pulling tyres, I am doing insanity workouts … which I hate. I am eating like a horse. I am doing everything in my power to ensure I am the best teammate I can be – a reliable, fit, conscientious, fun and dependable team mate.

I eat, breath and sleep polar.

If you can support me get to the start line, either by introductions to companies who might like to sponsor me, or donating through my crowdfunding site, I would be super appreciative AND you can say you helped with a world first expedition.

If you would like further information do get in touch. lisa@ice-warrior.com

Crowdfunding site: http://www.gofundme.com/polarpook

Twitter: @pookielondon

Thank you Nordic Walking UK

I’d like to say a big THANKS to Gill at Nordic Walking UK for her support with the last pole expedition. Nordic Walking UK and the very tasty Finn Crisps have donated me my very own carbon walking poles, hat, training top, book, tuition and a box of Finn crisps to gear me up for my Arctic trek. Walking with poles is great but walking with poles Nordic style is better!

The position of the poles emulates the same position of my ski poles and as such will help build upper arm strength ready to drag / pull my own body weight across the ice with my qajaq.

This weekend I will be Nordic walking to the Thames Barrier with my partner in crime, Arctic Andy. I’ll let you know how I get on and feel afterwards.

Check out the Nordic Walking UK site http://nordicwalking.co.uk

A reflection


For the past month I have been consumed. I have been doing the day job, building my arm muscles, discussing the expedition with corporates and working to promote the Ice Warrior project. It has been busy, but worth it.

On Wednesday 16 July, we will launch the Pole of Inaccessibility expedition at Royal Geographical Society. The event starts at 5pm with a talk on our quest, followed by a conversation between Sir Ranulph Fiennes and Polar Jim at 6.30pm. Further details here http://t.twi.to/kD4w/bL6sI

When I signed up for basic polar training back in February, it was all about ‘survival’ for me. I needed to survive a week in the Arctic. Little did I know that 6-months later I would be completely consumed with the Pole of Inaccessibility and the thought of reaching the centre of the Arctic Ocean.  When I am not at work, it is all I think about….

Over the past 6-months I have been learning how to become a safe, competent polar explorer. I still have a long way to go, but already I have learnt:

  • How to build a snow trench
  • How to drill bindings into a new set of skis and measure them so they are ‘just so’
  • I have learnt that if I put my mind to something, I can do it
  • I am stubborn – sometimes when your body lets you down, you need your mind to get your through. A pulled shoulder muscle taught me this when attempting to ski up hill
  • I can ski … it’s a mini miracle
  • I have learnt a few knots …the alpine butterfly, fig 8 and the double fig 8, the clove hitch, the munter, half hitch, the stopper and the sheet bend. I am yet to conquer the Thompson
  • I am learning about ice science. I did marine environmental science at university but ice science lessons escape me – it’s technical

I have also met some amazing people; people from all walks of life that I wouldn’t have come across otherwise.  My team mates are the best – hearts of gold, with a hint of mischievousness. I am looking forward to the official launch, furthering my training and the run up to February next year. I have a lot to learn and do, but it is exciting.

Finding my trainee explorers feet

My first attempt at skiing in February was tough. The two planks (skis) attached to my feet were limiting my ability to move on the icy-snowy lands of Svalbard. This time around it was better but my team mates commented on my lifeless, grey face when the word ‘ski’s’ were mentioned. It’s fair to say I returned to Svalbard with a fear and mild hatred for skiing.

My first full day on the ice was hard, it was a Tuesday and I became awash with self doubt for the expedition. My brain was chattering; “I’ll never make it”, “Am I good enough for this?”,” How am I going to survive in -40?”, “What happens if Jim says I can’t be part of the team?”, “Will I ever be able to ski good enough to travel 200 miles over the frozen arctic sea?”.

I was having a downer…. it was like a tonne of bricks.

My mind has chattered to me in the past; on my 2nd marathon, I had run 25 miles and my mind was telling me “you can walk now, you are tired”. With 1.2 miles to go this was not really an option! I guess to have this ‘chatter’ on the first full day of training was a shock to me. I wanted to be better, I wanted to be strong, but the cold and the task ahead was daunting and making me doubt myself.

On the Wednesday I woke up, feeling fine, feeling like I could do anything. My chatter has been put to rest. Wednesday was great – I laughed, I recollected skills that I learnt in basic training and I skid… without the chatter, but with a pure and deep concentration. I thought to myself I am not going to leave the expedition because of skiing!

Arising on the Thursday for our 6:30am ski, I felt confident. I didn’t want to be bambi anymore; I wanted control over my planks. I started to play with my planks – they were not going to get the better of me. I started to jump in them; I saw a hill and had an urge to go down it. Cat, Andy and I used the herringbone technique to get the top of the hill and gingerly said ‘lets do this’. We skied down the hill. We all fell over at the bottom but, my god, it was fun. We carried on skiing until we met another hill and off we went. All I had to do was bend my knees, keep my ski poles down and not worry. This technique was good…. as I had fallen over so many times; I knew it wasn’t going to hurt. We went down the next hill, one at a time, wondering whether we would actually make it without falling over. WE DID IT … AND IT FELT GREAT!

The day after my skiing epiphany, I skied to the hill again with a desire to go down it. I went down that hill without falling over. I was so proud that I got down that damn hill … and pleased that one of my worst fears for walking to the Arctic Pole has (kind of) been dealt with.

Training is mentally and physically tough and brings all emotions out in you. Last week I cried, I laughed, I felt elated, I was filled with adrenalin and I felt challenged. I feel as though I am finding my polar explorers feet and if they are attached to a set of planks, then it’s not so bad. To be honest, I should have a fear for the polar bears, not my skis!


Taking a dip in the Greenland Sea

As part of my basic polar training in Svalbard I took a dip in the Greenland Sea. The idea was to see how my body reacted in the cold water. It was very cold, and no, I am not wearing a wet-suit. I am in my thermal trousers, thermal top and a pair of socks. Not even merino could make this dip warm.