"In 1994 I flew into a tiny Inuit hamlet called Pond Inlet for the start of a long expedition on Baffin Island. It was an ambient -42 degrees and I was bundled into the back of an open truck and driven the 5 miles to the hamlet from the airport. I thought I had chosen a good, protective hat but my head froze in seconds and I found myself cowering in the corner with my arms shielding my head from the intense wind chill. Since then, I’ve been particularly selective in choosing good, fit-for-purpose headgear - especially as now I have no hair!." Jim McNeill
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