BEAR WITNESS; SARAH MARSHALL delves into a world of bears and bergs with polar addicts Chris Packham, Mark Carwardine and Paul Goldstein.
Dwarfed by rising corrugated peaks, a trio of buttery blobs shuffles into view, although in the absence of any clear reference points, it's hard to judge their distance and speed. Polar bears can reach up to 25 miles per hour when running at full pelt, and within minutes, three dots have become a family unit, sniffing inquisitively below the bow of our ship.
Nose in the air, a young cub has caught our scent, and although thoughts of breakfast are likely flashing through his mind, it's not a sense of danger that's making my heart skip a beat.
Only metres away, I'm shaken by their guttural growls and hypnotised by plumes of hot breath coiling in the frozen air. It's the closest I've ever been to a polar bear, and incredibly, my adventure has only just begun.
I'm on an expedition vessel traversing the fjords and coastline of Spitsbergen, the main island in Arctic archipelago Svalbard, lying 1,200 miles north of Norway across the Barents Sea.
I'm visiting in mid-June, early in the season, at a time when the rest of Europe is stupefied by sweltering heat. Conversely, Storfjorden, a stretch of water lapping the island's east coast, is packed with ice - the preferred hunting ground and habitat for ursus maritimus. That's the polar bear to you and me.
Our intimate wildlife encounter could be described as lucky, but wildlife photographer Paul Goldstein, who's chartered the Akademik Sergey Vavilov for our 12-day voyage, believes it's much more than that. Every year, the ice shifts and shapes, but conditions don't dictate everything; a passenger's experience also depends largely on the expedition crew and the calculated decisions they make.
Since 2004, Paul has visited Spitsbergen 17 times. Add this to his tally of 13 Antarctica visits, and it would be fair to call him a polar addict.
Equally transfixed by the ice, zoologist and conservationist Mark Carwardine is co-leading our trip. In November, the pair will be joined by TV personality Chris Packham on a voyage to the Antarctic Peninsula.
So, what is it that keeps drawing them back to the ice? "Every day in the polar regions is different," explains Mark, who presented BBC radio documentary Last Chance To See with author Douglas Adams. "The weather changes constantly, the light is different, and you never know what wildlife you might find from one moment to the next."
He's right - although on this voyage, sightings of one species almost become a daily guarantee. Our earlier encounter with polar bears is not an isolated incident, and when we meet a mother and her cubs of the year (known as COY) at Torrelnesset, even the experts are filled with teary, first-time wonder.
Predator presence scuppers our plans to visit the walrus colony on Nordaustlandet, Svalbard's second largest island, and instead we climb into Zodiacs (large inflatable boats) to observe safely from the water. For more than two hours, we follow the bears along a snow-smothered shoreline, watching mum purposefully carve a path with her sweeping paws, as her young tumble and tussle over powdery mounds.
All the while, we're at eye level - at times so close every fibre of hair is distinguishable.
Paul Goldstein Mark Carwardine And when curious walruses spy-hop around our boat, ivory sabres hanging like stalactites beneath their frozen whiskers, our attention is torn between two Arctic giants. What a dilemma...
"Wildlife photography tends to involve long periods of waiting or searching, without taking a single photograph, and then brief periods of intense shooting when you might take 1,000 pictures in an hour," Mark had warned us during a lecture on the ship. Sitting next to me on the Zodiac, he excitedly shoots about three times that amount and later describes the experience as his best polar bear encounter.
Over the course of our voyage, we clock up a near-incredible 60 bear sightings.
Exhausted by several unsuccessful hunts, a mother nurses her cubs; at the edge of an ice floe, a muscular male swims from one frozen platform to another; and beneath the glare of a never-setting sun, a family share a seal carcass with a greedy flock of glaucous gulls, the scene silhouetted against one of Svalbard's trademark aubergine skies.
Crucially, we never once disrupt the bears' habitat, slicing only through thin ice and waiting for wildlife to approach.
Having briefly left the ice for an excursion to the Alkefjellet bird cliffs - a chaos of steep pinnacles swarming with guillemots, kittiwakes and hungry Arctic foxes - we return to find a very different scene; wind and swell have reduced our icy kingdom to open water, making the last few days seem like a dream.
It's also a reminder of the fragile and transitory environment polar bears inhabit, and a week after we return to the UK, reports suggest sea ice around Svalbard is at an all-time low.
Climate change is a concern for Chris Packham, who's preparing for his Antarctic trip with Paul and Mark later this year. He first visited the seventh continent with his step-daughter, Megan, 13 years ago, and even in that time he's noticed change.
"On my trip last year, I don't remember being cold," he - ironically - shivers when we meet on another atypically hot day in London.
"The polar environments are fragmenting," he says, referring the Larsen ice shelf which cracked last year. "Everyone knows they are visiting a vulnerable and disappearing continent, and that heightens the sense of privilege.
"I grew up in a two up, three down, looking at copies of National Geographic in the 1960s and never imagined I'd have the opportunity to travel to the few places on our planet where we can see such large aggregations of wildlife."
Along with and Mark, he's continually enraptured by polar environments, and their combined passion will no doubt result in a special voyage.
During our Svalbard expedition, Paul praised his team by recounting Napoleon's quote: "I'd rather have lucky generals than good ones."
Perhaps he's right, but with the right alchemy, sometimes you can have both.
I'm shaken by their guttural growls and hypnotised by plumes of hot breath coiling in the frozen air.... It's the closest I've ever been to a polar bear
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|Publication:||Huddersfield Daily Examiner (Huddersfield, England)|
|Date:||Jul 21, 2018|
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