I made this voice recording in the Helmsdale Ice House. It's improvised and an immediate response to how I felt in the space. I remember the temperature being cool above my head and sharply cold from the waist down. There was a smell of "time stood still" and the light played weird tricks in and around the space. There was also what looked a wooden shield attached to two huge wooden ores at the entrance of the main chamber. The shield had images of strange creatures and odd events taking place at sea, which all added to the somewhat eerie vibe of the once used ice house.