True to form, I’m running late and lightly cursing as I pull on my waterproofs in preparation for a morning hike across Greenland’s frozen tundra.
But then the ship tannoy unexpectedly bursts into life with the dulcet tones of our expedition leader Fridrik, who calmly tells us a polar bear has been spotted and we should make our way on to the deck for a closer look.
My daughter Holly and I stare at each other in open-mouthed amazement and explode into action, dashing around our suite like a pair of headless chickens, shrieking with excitement and crashing into each other as we hastily grab shoes and coats before racing out the door.
In a mad rush, we run blindly to the top deck, before stopping abruptly as we can’t remember which side of the
