Once he had got his belongings inside, squeezed himself in and readied himself for the night, the highlight of the evening was his hot drink, coupled with a bowl of steaming hot food, before he would finish the night off with a good book to read. Whilst he got snug and warm, getting deeply engrossed in his book, his solace was often interrupted by the constant creaking and groaning from the ice directly below, as the glacier constantly moved all night. The ice only moved slowly, but when it did, it made a huge amount of noise which was constant and relentless, lasting the whole time he was there, which made it difficult to concentrate, let alone sleep, so he knew that a rough night was to come. After a couple of hours of reading, he naturally felt like sleeping, so he snuggled himself deep
