Once I had entered Nimrod hut, the contents had my focus of attention. Painting subjects galore. Another long night was looming. Sleeping was wasting precious time. The urge to start photographing and sketching had to be checked as now it was time to stop, pause and soak it in. Once again I am thinking what a huge privilege it is to stand here alone in this tiny hut that represents one of the most extraordinary chapters in modern exploration history. The memory will endure for years to come. Some things we never forget. This is Shackleton.