In the surprisingly nippy reaches of Canada’s far north, an astonishing spectacle played out one chilly morning. An iceberg, an impressive monolithic sculpture hewn by nature itself, floated gently in the grey, icy waters off the coastline of Newfoundland. Resting atop this drifting platform of ice was what appeared to be a simple camping tent. What unfolded next had the locals in the area wide-eyed and slack-jawed. For when the flap of the tent rustled and opened, no one was prepared for who or rather ‘what’ daringly showed itself.
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