We traipse a wandering line up the longest glacier in Europe, which, to be honest, actually feels endless, until we come across a pile of gear at the edge of a crevasse - broken ski bindings, two fleeces and a rucksack.
Apparently there have been two ski-tourers missing for four years, this may be an opportunity to see deep frozen dead people.
We all hold the rope whilst our man Owain approaches the edge of the chasm over soft snow and peers down, just more skis and stuff down inside it.
Turns out, according to the guardian at the Koncordia hut, this stuff has been lying there for fifteen years, must have been a successful rescue then, unless they just left the skiers down there?
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