Logistics team blog

With a day off I had yet another lie in, wallowing in my sleeping bag. As soon as the sun hits the tent, the temperature inside goes from a mind numbing minus 10 degrees to a sweltering plus 30 degrees! There is however a wonderful short period where the temperature is bearable and I lay there for 30 minutes or so totally content with life.

24 hour after the snow should have arrived and there was still no sign of it. In fact, as I climbed out of my tent, it turned out to be the best weather we had ever had since arriving at Base Camp. Warm, sunny and no wind, the forecast couldn?t have been more wrong!

We sat on the BBC veranda and gazed down the valley. There were a few fluffy clouds, but nothing looked like it was going to threaten our basking in the warmth of the morning sun.

I walked out of the dining tent and passed Mike Grocott who was sheltering from the conditions in the ?Diary? tent.

?Coping with the horrendous weather conditions Mike?? I joked.

?Not doing too badly, although I haven?t brought any pairs of shorts!?

It?s a hard life here when the sun shines. So much for the bad weather as well, but I think the climbers were happy to come down and after the death of the Sherpa, our Sherpas were keen to come back down to Base Camp and re-charge their batteries.

George stopped me as I made my way to the workshop.

?Hey Mac,? he said, with his smooth American accent. ?You know you said you offered to service anything the HRA (Himalayan Rescue Association) girls had. Well, they?ve got a broken Oxygen Concentrator. Can you take a look at it??

?Certainly.?

I said that I would do my best and would get back to them later.