Grise Fjord & Coburg Island, Nunavut
We awoke in fog and slowly made our way into Grise Fjord; the immigration officials were collected - they were two young Canadians from Ottawa pleased to have a different assignment. They would be a Grise Fjord for another week awaiting another ship so would have time to explore the hinterland. Free to go ashore we had tricky surf landings onto a slippery rocky shore which meant the guides got quite wet receiving the boats and helping people off them. We were met...