Polar panels

A COUPLE of months ago I was invited to a dinner party at the Scott Polar Research Institute in Cambridge. Mind you, to call it a dinner party was to sell it short, it was a happening. I had been summoned by my friend, Humphry, who is himself a bit of a happening. Wikipedia describes Humphry, amongst other things, as an English baronet, an expert on antiques and architecture, a soldier, an, a wicked raconteur with a razor-sharp mind. Allegedly, he arrived at Everest base camp to rendezvous with a fully equipped American assault team wearing a pair of tweeds over his grandfather’s silks, together with one ancient Sherpa. Knowing Humphry, it was probably Tenzing Norgay.