The midnight sun is one of the most magical things about the arctic.
It moves around the sky, dipping and rising, sometimes skimming the horizon, but for those magical weeks – which can vary a lot depending on how far north you are – it never sets.
We were working 24 hours, day in, day out. But I never really minded which watch I was on. For here it was always daylight.
Standing on deck, in the middle of the night, in sunlight, is the strangest of feelings