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Read Text B, and then answer Question 1(f) on the question paper.
Text B: Crossing Antarctica
This text is an article about Wendy Searle who plans to break the women’s world speed record for
skiing solo to the South Pole, unassisted and unaided – a huge challenge!
Five years ago, Wendy Searle hadn’t considered crossing Antarctica. Then she
organised the media campaign of an expedition to the South Pole by a team of military
personnel. It made her wonder if she could have a go herself.
Despite the fact that she had no previous polar training and had never skied before,
she successfully skied 560 kilometres across the Greenland ice sheet last year: ‘One 5
thing I learned is that my polar expedition will be incredibly tough, mentally.’
Searle will need to ski 1130 kilometres across the frozen continent of Antarctica in less
than 38 days, 23 hours and 5 minutes. ‘I can’t have any outside assistance and I have
to take everything with me in a special sledge called a pulk: all my food, my fuel, my
supplies, everything. I can’t have any food re-supplies or medical help. I cannot even 10
accept a cup of tea,’ she said. ‘I’ll be completely alone and, in all likelihood, I won’t see
anybody else.’
Searle is 1.53 metres tall and weighs just over 60 kilograms; the pulk will weigh over
80 kilograms. Training for the expedition, she needs to spend more than 10 hours a
week lifting weights and running up and down hills pulling a tyre, while also holding 15
down a full-time job. Knowing how difficult and dangerous the route is going to be forces
Searle to prioritise training: ‘That one day you don’t train might be the difference between
success and failure.’
Her family – her husband is a soldier and they have three teenage daughters and a
son – are doing all they can to support her. ‘My children are super-independent. They 20
even organise me. They’ll say, “Don’t forget parents’ evening and these are the
appointments I’ve got you.” They’re amazing.’ She’s determined to inspire them. ‘I want
my children to see that it’s OK to pursue something with a white-hot passion in a
single-minded way and focus on a goal.’
Searle is still raising money to fund the expedition. She feels it’s more difficult to attract 25
sponsorship as a female polar explorer: ‘People need to get behind female adventurers.
I asked a well-known TV agent why there aren’t more programmes about us and she
said, “Honestly, there just isn’t the audience.”’
Searle hopes her story will change perceptions.
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Read Text C, and then answer Questions 2(a)–2(d) and Question 3 on the question paper. As winter approached, activities on Base diminished. For entertainment, our dwindling
group played cards or leafed through old magazines.
Text C: Base station, Antarctica
We were given new instructions by Base Commander Simon. We weren’t to walk off
This text is taken from a longer narrative. The narrator is a journalist who has been invited to spend Base without telling him first. The sea ice was hardening at the shore; fresh snowfalls 40
time at a national scientific programme base station on Antarctica. She has travelled by ship with made it difficult to see where land stopped and sea began. We risked falling through.
a new group of staff arriving at the base at the start of summer and is planning to stay long enough
to experience the beginning of winter. Safety was taken seriously – endless rehearsals drilled into us how Antarctic tragedies
had more than one cause; mishaps or misjudgements which sealed people’s fate.
Base emitted a hushed grandeur, as if a vault door had been closed – all noise guarded
fiercely behind it. A gunshot-like crack echoed through the air – an iceberg rotating – Temperatures dropped further. Snowstorms blanketed the runway. The last ship out
then a roar like a distant waterfall as another chunk of the ice shelf collapsed into the depended on the weather. People had overwintered unexpectedly here before. 45
bay. Rough squawks of skuas were magnified through the telescope of empty dry air.
There were no smells of soil, trees, nor grass. Only the scent of Antarctica – like two 5 Around us the world was hardening. In the bay it started as ice flowers, tiny crystal
stones rubbed together. Flint. formations. The creeping carpet of flowers knitted together, until soaked by seawater
it transformed into grey gruel, thickening into porridge. As temperatures plummeted,
We passed truckloads of tinned-food boxes in huge hangars. In summer, Base could porridge-ice welded itself together, and sounded like steel grinding. In gathering darkness
accommodate a hundred people: scientists returning from tented field-camps or being sea ice formed. The continent was closing in on itself, locking itself in. Winter was 50
deployed to them, pilots flying them in and out, cooks, mechanics, even the occasional beginning.
VIP. 10
We were shown the laboratory, air-traffic control tower, stores where ski equipment
was repaired, generator hut and sewage treatment plant. It felt both exciting and daunting
to call this home for the next few months. There were no museums, cafés or restaurants.
No animals, Wi-Fi or children. No real strangers.
That evening we encountered more Base people – young, fit figures without that fume 15
of the outside that still clung to us. They sported the same padded boiler suits and
fleece jackets, and were keen to talk. ‘I don’t call the real world often, it’s best to just
live in the bubble,’ confided marine biologist Ben. I said I planned to stay until the very
last boat out. ‘Winter here’s long,’ he added.
Field training took days; we learned how to abseil into a crevasse, get ourselves out 20
and rescue someone who has fallen in. We hurled ourselves down the sheer face of a
glacier – to learn to break our fall with an ice-axe. We erected and dismantled pyramid
tents, cooked on camp-stoves, and learned how to load a sledge.
There wasn’t much time to think, let alone write, in the early weeks occupied by briefings,
obligatory group activities and trips into the bay to collect water samples. 25
Summer was term time. Each evening scientists gave informal lectures: scientists who
routinely dived beneath the ice among carnivorous leopard seals and orcas; scientists
in the ice-coring team who worked in an underground cavern, surfacing only to cook
and sleep in pyramid tents on the blasted plain of Berkner Island. I was learning more
in weeks than I had in entire years. 30
For the first time I began to think of the planet as an organism whose well-being I could
affect. Here I felt closer to it. I could hear its pulse. ‘In ice, depth equals time,’ explained
Xavier, a scientist working with the ice-coring team. ‘The further down you go, the further
back in time you go. The ice core shows that major changes have taken place within
Earth’s climate. There’s an irrefutable steady upward trend, directly linked to carbon 35
dioxide, and humans.’ I shivered involuntarily.
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Text B: Crossing Antarctica

Searle hopes her story will change perceptions.

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