One, two, three, how many are there? First we hear their breath as they break the water’s surface. The still water reflects the mountains and the ice like a mirror. We feel so privileged to be here. We wish you could all be here too.
Suddenly a group swims by, so close to shore that we can almost reach out and touch them. A tusk emerges out of the water – likely how the myth of the unicorn began. Narwhals do not have a fin on their back so they can easily swim amongst the sea ice. The calves are dark grey, becoming more speckled with age. They don’t take notice of us as they travel past, seemingly intent on their destination. Now our adventure really starts! Narwhals galore!
