Firstly I’ll mention the weather, cloudless  and hot, I mean Mediterranean hot. Ironic, some in the group have spent hundreds of pounds on cold weather gear. Me, I’d already spent that money for the Himalaya trips. The temperature should be no more than six to seven degrees in the day and just below freezing during the night. I can hear you saying that’s great that’s warmer than expected, me I say bugger that it’s far too hot to walk comfortably in.

Secondly the Mosquitos, they swarm onto every part of exposed skin in seconds. The Scottish Midge’s have a bad reputation, although if you speak to any Scot he’ll deny they exist. Greenland Mosquitos are nearly as obnoxious as Scottish Midge’s! James is the only one they don’t seem to like, he’s got good blood running through his vains, so I don’t know how he gets away without being part of the Mosquitos diner!

Anyway, The Horseshoe, proper name Qalorujooneq, a mere 680 metre mountain or in England it’d be classed as a hill. Well let me tell you here and now size DOES NOT matter. The ridge went from being broad and fairly easy going to ‘interesting’. Leifur the guide that seemed to allocate himself to Mike and me, seemed to like the more ‘interesting’ route finding. The ridge then turned into a flat stone summit, with views of Kulusuk and more importantly Greenland’s Ice Cap in the distance. I’m finding the words to describe the scene extremely difficult. I hate to say it, but it looked like one of my Mothers Christmas cakes, she always described the icing as a ‘snow scene’, an excuse really to make the icing all higgled piggledy. The only higgled piggledy bit about the ice cap are its edges, the top looked just like a big neverending dome. My Mothers Christmas cake might not have looked as good as Greenlands Ice Cap, however they did taste extremely good!

The descent off the summit from this ‘Hill’ i.e the other half of the horseshoe was definitely not possible to walk down and I pointed this out to Leifur he disagreed. And he, of course, was correct, but then there is always a way down, it just depends on how you feel about life and death. It seems that L has a different feeling than me concerning both of those issues. We did as Leifur said we would, managed to walked down the ridge, what more is there to say, again it was ‘interesting’ in places, but that made it all the pleasurable, in a way!

The walk up this Hill took us just over eight hours.