Night is slipping through our fingers. Already the sun rises in the south-east, well before I rise, and then spends a long day describing a horseshoe-shaped arc before sliding down behind the Royal Society Mountains to the west and south-west. Soon it won't go down at all, and will begin to eliptically spiral upwards in ever-tighter circles over our head. From our perspective at this high latitude every shadow becomes a sort of solar clock; the peak height of the sun's rise easy to observe and marking midday.
About 11PM last night