It is difficult to recall the particularly proudest moments of my life but I can recall one where I felt this. But it was more than pride. It contained also feelings of happiness, gratefulness and yet tinged with sadness all moulded into one. It was the day I knew, after a battery of physical, aptitude and psychological testing that I knew I been selected to go to the Antarctic as an expeditioner. I'd tried in 1961 and failed. Again in 1963, made the short list but was unable to go due unforseen circumstances. Then, at forty years of age in 1977 I finally 'made the cut.' and was selected to go.