We were on breakfast duty so we were up at six. Duncan hadn't slept a wink thanks to Clive's snoring, which even Kirsty and I at the other end of the council estate tents could hear.

We started out at 8.20 for Glaciar Grey, which was a 3.5 hour walk one way (about 12 miles return trip). The team led by James charged ahead, and the rest followed at a more normal pace.

Duncan had said it was OK to walk by yourself at your own pace, as there was only one trail and you could not get lost, so I did that most of the way, running into Dave every now and then as we had our respective water and banana breaks.

To my own surprise, I made it to the glacier in 3.20 hours, only minutes after team James, and the views were impressive. We had just sat down to have some lunch and a huge rumble went through the valley and a piece broke off, although from where we were sitting it looked like powder snow.

On the way back, it turned out team James took photo shoot breaks for about 20 minutes so I passed them a few times, but they always came charging back. The way home was occasionally a bit of a struggle but I made it with sore feet but no blisters, 8 hours after we set off.

I had a warmish shower and we went to have a drink in the lodge, waiting for dinner to be served by the other team. We were making fun of Clive (who was still walking back as he had a sore toe from falling at the thermal springs) and came up with some cruel solutions for Duncan to put a stop to Clive's snoring, such as poking him with a pointy walking stick or putting rope around his sore toe and pulling it.

Dinner was mashed potatoes, beans, vegetables and sausage, very nutritious and, courtesy of Janet, even tasty. Afterwards, there were Dave's jokes, which are a phenomenon. The way he tells them is funnier than the joke itself: it takes ages, and he usually forgets half of it. I had a bit of a headache so I went to bed quite early, as they had moved on to more cheap red wine and drinking games.