final farewell to the last ship of the season. After the last launch
and personnel have left, everyone on base goes up to a hill behind
the base that is the nearest place to watch the ship disappearing.
Flares are set off, more for ourselves as the "new
winterers" than for those on the ship and so all direct
contact with the outside world sails off into the distance.
Traditionally this also takes place on an
absolutely awful day, not cold and snow-blown that would actually
be quite romantic, but warm (ish), cloudy and miserable.