OHYAT: To Fill the Unforgiving Minute with Sixty Seconds' Worth of Distance Run

I hope you have a comfortable seat, Internet, because we've got a seriously epic chapter of Centenary Fever today.

ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO TODAY (and a bit yesterday, there is some confusion to the dates)

Birdie was woken up by a sound which he thought was a pony getting into the oats, and rushed out of the tent in his socks to find that the sea ice on which they'd pitched their camp had broken up, and they were now on an ice floe in danger of drifting out to sea.

( That was only the beginning ... )