Entirely separately to it being in the news now, back on my trip to the Isle of Wight haunted book-labyrinth in September I picked up a copy of Ernest Shackleton's South and am reading it.

(People who know me will not be surprised to know that this is a re-read. I once had a summer job at the British Antarctic Survey in Cambridge, where everyone went for a 'smoko' instead of a coffee break and I met someone whose job it was to turn penguins upside down to make them vomit).