In the latest of the BBC Natural History Film Unit’s exploratory documentaries, Land of the Lost Volcano, George McGavin and team venture to the Bosavi volcano crater in New Guinea. The previous series’ such as Lost Land of the Jaguar and Expedition Borneo are a rare example of visually documenting true exploration and scientific discovery. Well work a look – they’ve already found the largest rat in the world. George was one of my Entomology lecturers whilst at university and we had long, slightly geeky conversations about wildlife photography lenses…..
August 27, 2009
state of the stock photography industry
Despite the fact that photography is a major part of my working life, I haven’t really written much online about it. The major outlet of my collection is via ‘Stock Agencies’ online and marketed directly. I work with a number home and abroad, such as the international nature specialist Oxford Scientific Films, the US-based Superstock and Spanish AgeFotostock. The basis of this includes building a large database of images, for myself primarily of expeditions and wildlife. These are then marketed via specific licences to advertising companies, newspapers or any other image user globally.
Needless to say, the industry has taken a major hit due to the global economic downturn and photographers relying on stock as their source of income, as opposed to commissioned photo-shoots, have suffered. Professional, ‘traditional’, agencies such as those I contribute to are now classed as ‘macrostock’ due to the arrival of a new business model which is a threat to all professional photographers.
Microstock is where images are sold without control over their use, in bulk, for fees which are usually less than a dollar. They have become exceptionally popular, following the digital photography explosion, with hobbyists and those who don’t rely on selling images to support themselves. With good reason, picture editors have welcomed the influx of cheap and unrestricted imagery. The problem comes due to a combination of factors.
Firstly, those who do not rely on photography to pay bills are often so thrilled about being seen in print that they will almost give their images away to be published. This is combined with the fact that picture buyers will often target vulnerable amateurs on networks such as Flickr and ask to use images for a commercial publication and offer no payment – only a credit line. This is often enough for the hapless photographer with their entry-level dSLR. Many even offer their images up for free use, albeit not for commercial use, through policies such as ‘creative commons’.
It is a development of the free ‘Opensource’ revolution occuring online. Whilst the display of photographs online is surely one of the best things about the internet, it also inevitably brings amateur photographers into direct competition with professionals. The result is that the professionals simply cannot afford to compete as they cannot live on $50 a year raised through a microstock agency.
What is not often considered is the tangible cost behind something as simple as a photograph. Equipment costs, travel, computers, professional software and models all cost money and so to sell an image for a dollar can simply not offset the overheads of a professional. The end result is likely to be the collapse of a great number of photographic businesses and freelancers. This will deprive the image market of the very highest quality work which can often only result from an experienced professional committing large amounts of time. The professional photographer is in danger of demise and reduction of the microstock market share could be the key to reversing the trend.
August 7, 2009
sarah
René Soobaroyen (photo)
On August 3rd, Sarah Outen, my university friend and fellow Biology student reached land after 124 days. She had rowed single-handed across the Indian Ocean from Australia to Mauritius and has seen a whole swathe of ocean rowing records fall as a consequence. She has had a rough ride – four months of solitude, ocean tankers, capsizes and a terrifying arrival to her finish point where she was forced onto a reef and rolled three times in the dark. Truly excellent effort and all done in the best spirit imaginable – no surprise for those who know her.
The row was in memory of her father and she has already raised over £13,000 for Arthritus Care.
July 29, 2009
fleet street and half-truths
I woke up this morning, still with swine flu, to a bit of a shock. Fellow polar traveller Ben Saunders pointed my attention to a news article in the Daily Mail. On further investigation the same story appeared to be in a variety of outlets, including the Telegraph Online.
It seems that an overimaginative press release author had claimed that Adrian Hayes’ Emirates Greenland Quest had ’smashed’ the polar unsupported distance record set by myself and George Bullard last year. All this, despite the small problem that the trio were kite-supported throughout, covering 2200miles in 67 days. This compared to our 1374miles in 113 days, reminds me of a race between a swimmer and a racing yacht. Not entirely matched.
Since the number of articles read similarly the source of the release, Bell Pottinger PR, must have been in error, confirmed by a phone call to Hayes’ rep there.
I wonder how hard it is to check facts and release accurate stories. With the excellent PR outlets I’ve used in the past, we have gone over each sentence with a fine toothcomb to ensure quality.
May 5, 2009
off the radar and writing
Apologies for the lack of posts of late – training here at Commando Training Centre is ever increasing in tempo and the coming weeks will continue to do so. At the weekend I will deploy on the four week Commando Course, culminating in the four Commando Tests – all being well I should earn my green beret in the first week of June. This means complete lack of communication for the duration as we don’t get told where we’ll be from one day to the next. Exciting but serious stuff and time to focus on the symbol that has dominated the last seven months of training.
On another note, there’s good news. Following the circulation of the opening chapter of my book, The Long Haul, on this site and elsewhere, I have agreed a book deal with a publisher and distributor. This sadly means that the remainder of the book won’t be published online, so you’ll have to wait a few months until the official release for the rest of the story! It’s great to have this opportunity and it’ll be a tough few months ahead balancing training with writing!
April 7, 2009
The Long Haul Sample
The Long Haul
Preface
I stared across the top of the wildly flapping tent and tried to make out George’s shape as he struggled with the eyelets on his side. The drift and wind was so strong that even though we were only five feet apart, communication was impossible save a few desperate hand gestures. We had erected the tent, our home, dozens of times previously and had honed it down to a fine art. We had skied far too long into the storm; I knew this and cursed myself for putting mileage ahead of safety.
The process was usually so simple. For ease, we had never fully collapsed the tent each day, only releasing the pole tension and folding the fifteen foot tunnel into a neat sausage to be strapped to a sledge. We had previously managed it with minimal fuss and in only five minutes or so, despite the usual evening fatigue. Today was different and we had been fighting the writhing mass of canvas and poles for over ten minutes. George and I were wearing our full inventory of gloves and mitts, making our hands about twice the size of normal with useless dexterity. Feeding the end of a pole into an eyelet is not a complicated task but on our twentieth attempt I started to turn my mind to our contingency plan. In the event of a lost, destroyed or unerectable tent, the only sensible option was to retreat to the only other shelter we had, our sledges. The expedition was less than a third complete and the sledges were still extremely full. Squeezing in a freezing, shivering and scared occupant would be both a feat of determination and flexibility! Once the reinforced zip cover was closed over us, we would be out of the worst of the wind and drift and able to ride out the storm.
My attention snapped back to reality as George yelled over from the other side that he had got a pole in. I could barely hear a word but his body language suggested a renewed focus to get into shelter. I started to coordinate the remainder of the poles and the main structure of the tunnel was complete. As normal, even in calm conditions, the tent was already shackled to a sledge using a carabiner as an anchor against the wind. The wind caused the tent to act as a giant kite and lifted straight up into the air, blowing hard into our faces. The problem was since the tent had only one anchor at the windward end, our own efforts to tame the beast were futile. The powerful gusts were pushing underneath the ground sheet of the tunnel tent and lifting it up, making it impossible to use our skis as corner anchors or get snow onto the valance flaps along the sides.
It had been a quarter of an hour since we had stopped hauling and we were starting to get cold as we weren’t able to get our down jackets from the sledges. My fingers were like wood and George shouted into my ear that his were also deteriorating. In a final concerted effort, I grabbed a ski as George forced the tent down with his bodyweight and I managed to get a second anchor. In what must have been only a few seconds, we got the third and fourth skis in places and threw our tent bags into the inner compartment in an attempt to stop the wind flowing under it. The shovel was on my sledge and so I wrenched it off the top of the canvas and started to madly move ice and snow onto the valances to stabilise the tent. George dragged the remaining sledge into a windbreak position and then ran over to my obscured figure in the blizzard.
‘Shall we get in?’, George screamed with a hint of humour and then dived straight through the side opening of the tent into the outer area. I followed immediately after and we landed in a mangled heap.
We lay on the snow for a minute or so and both started laughing in total relief. The roar of the wind was still deafening and the tent was being thrown around horribly but we were out of the wind and hadn’t lost any equipment. It was time to pick ourselves up and move on.
March 18, 2009
history in the making

As you may have read about online or in the papers, my friend and talented rower Sarah Outen, is currently four days into her solo and independent row of the Indian Ocean. She’s having a difficult time with currents and the weather in general but is rowing well and pushing West at a rate of knots! Head over to her website to read about her row and the truly inspirational story behind it.
January 12, 2009
Rob Gauntlett
The untimely deaths of climbers Rob Gauntlett and James Atkinson were certainly not something I expected to read about on the BBC News website on Sunday.


The loss of a pair of climbers with such humility and passion for their occupation is desparately sad. What makes it more of a shock for me is their youth – both 21 – only a year younger than me. A huge loss for their families, friends and the global adventure community.
December 26, 2008
Interview with ExWeb
I never got a chance to post this at the time, but here’s a copy of the ExplorersWeb interview which followed the big trip this year:
(ThePoles.com) The two young Britons, Alex Hibbert (22) and George Bullard (19) sledge-hauled a 1374 miles (2546 km) return journey on the Greenland Icecap. Alex tells about their lost depots, food shortage, crevasses crossings, how they kept going and more.
ExWeb: The start at the East coast is quite steep and your sleds were very heavy. How did you manage that?
Alex: Very slowly I’m afraid! Our pulks began at around 195kg, which was a little more than we had hoped. We had some thick snow on the ascent from the coast up to 8600ft, which made life harder. Our initial mileages were below 5 miles/day.
ExWeb: You made depots along the way. How did you decide how many depots to make and how did you secure them against the elements? Were their any problems when you found them again?
Alex: We had to balance up laying too many to be practical and putting ‘all our eggs in one basket’. We settled on 10, which was based on the number of 5litre fuel containers we had. There was a great motivation to lay some early on to get some of the weight out the pulks! The depots were GPS marked and had the co-ordinates sent to the UK as backup. We built large snow and ice cairns on the depots to mark them more accurately. On our return the final 2 depots were not located due to high winds destroying cairns and a hard ice layer not allowing us to excavate the area.
ExWeb: Polar explorers loose weight during expeditions. You said you lost 18 kg. What happened with your food supply, why were you on ¼ rations at the end?
Alex: Our supply worked very well until the loss of the 2 depots, which caused the heavy rationing at the end of the journey. All in all, for 113 days, we were delighted with weight loss of only 18kg. We are now both back in training less than 2 weeks on. Our nutritional system from BeWell did a great job.
ExWeb: Did you get frostbite or any other physical injuries?
Alex: We suffered minor frostnip in the early days, especially with the polar nights. Altogether we escaped frost injuries fairly well.
ExWeb: You were a very long time on the ice. What kept you going?
Alex: Looking back on it, we’re not quite sure. 113 days is well in excess of most expeditions and we just developed mindsets, which didn’t ponder the number of days left. We concentrated on the present – usually when our next meal was!
ExWeb: Were there any time that your expedition was in danger for some or other reason?
Alex: Apart from the period of low calories at the end (where both felt dizzy and hypoglycemic), we had a moment where we struggled to put up the tent in winds in excess of 55mph. We had no polar bear issues and despite heavy crevassing only put a ski down one or two.
ExWeb: How was the weather? Have you experienced a vicious pittaraq?
Alex: The weather was pretty awful for the most part! We had long periods without a break from the whiteout and high winds. We had one major pitarak early on which may have been responsible for the loss of our two first depot cairns. High winds continued throughout and visibility/contrast was rarely good.
ExWeb: What was the best or most interesting experience during the expedition?
Alex: The most exciting was no doubt the sight and sound of the helicopter coming to extract us from the edge of the icecap! Most interesting was the effect that seeing the West Coast had on us. We had total sensory deprivation for 70 days on the outward leg and seeing mountains was extraordinary!
ExWeb: What was your worst experience?
Alex: The realisation we’d have to complete the final 10 days on next to no food and having to consider an early pickup.
ExWeb: How did you find the terrain on Greenland?
Alex: The surface was fairly poor. Our first 100 miles were totally covered with large sastrugi, routinely 3-5 feet high. This made the early hauling with the heavy pulks and steep gradients very tough indeed. Lucky they were gone by the time we returned! The surface in June became slow and sticky which was at times frustrating.
ExWeb: You are still young and previously you had plans for the South Pole and North Pole. Are those still on your list? What will be next?
Alex: The two previous plans are very much postponed, not cancelled. I join the Royal Marines this year, but intend to remain heavily involved in polar expeditions. I still have major ambitions both North and South, but the manner in which I do them must be right. I want to maintain my back to basics ethos, avoiding the commercialisation of polar tourism and expeditions, and keep travelling fully unsupported on expeditions that aren’t repeats of previous ones. Next may well be a major sea-ice training expedition, but not confirmed.
Alex and George started their Greenland expedition on 26 March 2008, pulling sleds weighing around 195 kg. Their aim to traverse Greenland and return, unsupported, unsupplied via a new route from the Nagtivit glacier on the East coast to Baffin Bay on the West coast and back (1400 miles / 2250 km).
December 15, 2008
long time! mud, yomping and london
Well this is my first post since before starting 15 months of training at Commando Training Centre and plenty has happened in the meantime!
We’re coming into the last week of the first period of training before two weeks of Christmas leave. I haven’t been back to Hampshire since the end of August so I’m looking forward to some home cooking and spending Christmas at home.
Training has been so jam packed and intense that a full account would take yonks so here’s a quick summary. Following the initial weeks of being messed around and generally made uncomfortable, we moved into the phase of real skill development and physical training. This involves runs with weight, rope climbing and high rope techniques. Yomping, which is carrying full rucksacks over large distances of rough terrain, plays a major part of our thoroughly cold and wet field exercises. Extremely tough and mentally exhausting but rewarding.
I was able to head to the Royal Geographical Society Explore conference in November as a panelist and speaker. I’ve attended for the last three years and I’ve never failed to be impressed by the sheer quality and enthusiasm of the delegates and staff. An expedition journalist at Explore later quoted me in his publication Expedition News;
In an expedition sponsorship session, Alex Hibbert, 22, a member of the Royal Marines, discussed the merits of cash versus in-kind sponsorship. “Don’t spend six months trying to get a pair of socks,” he said. Hibbert adds, “Consider the polar region as a blank canvas and do something that’s never been done before.” Last March, Hibbert led the Tiso Trans-Greenland Expedition – 1,374 miles and 113 days, unsupported and without sled dogs.





