ocr: Gaynor, our radio producer, thrusts a microphone at me and asks me to describe what we're looking at. What?' Isay, and gibber slightly. More, she says, 'more!' gibber some more. The blades of the helicopter rotor are spinning mere inches from a tower of - ice. She sighs. Well, it will probably edit up into something, she says and turns the tape off again.
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