I HAVE A NEW FAVOURITE BEACH. It’s shingled with fine, grey gravel, lapped by tiny waves and scattered with chunks of ice. On this calm, silvery, late-summer afternoon, the air is a comfortable two degrees.
As I relax on the shore of Neko Harbour, my face tilted north towards the sun, my many companions potter among the rocks, paddle in the shallows, plunge into the sea or emerge, sleek and wet, from the glossy, indigo-blue shallows. Occasionally, like Bottom in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, they raise their chins to the sky and bray.
They’re gentoo penguins, endearing little characters with dapper, black-and-white feathers, ketchup-coloured beaks and an ability to zip through the water four times faster than an Olympic swimmer. Their raucous hee-hawing is one of the Antarctic summer’s most…