Narrated by David Attenborough.....

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...though the sun shines, there is little warmth to be found across the frozen tundra. Temperatures here register far below the freezing level and the razor-like, bone-chillingly cold winds whip across the snow and ice covered rivers, creating fantasy sculptures.....drone, drone, drone...



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...the mighty ice breakers are presently able to cut through the ice. Soon, however, the ice will become thick and impenetrable to even the most powerful ship. Supplies to the hardy few who call this cold, barren landscape home, will dwindle and they will have to rely upon their stores of whale blubber and the occasional Arctic Hare or ptarmagin for food.

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Winter is not easy in this cold, unforgiving place. Natives can often be found huddling together for warmth while they pray to the Great Walrus God for surcease of the seemingly never-ending season... ....ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......