Arctic

Sydney Harbour Bridge was barely visible through the smoke and amber coloured sky. Men covered in protective clothing sprayed water at the blazing bush. A row of four ducks swiftly waddled their way out of danger.

That was the first time I had seen my new home, Sydney, for over two months. I couldn’t smell or feel the burning heat from the fires but I witnessed the fires and their destructive paths on the TV, the TV inside my Russian prison cell.

I trembled as I walked through the grounds of Murmansk prison on the 26th September.

Inmates watched me and the arrival of the other notorious 29 new prisoners through their cell windows. It was pitch black outside, but the prison was alive. Alive with the sound of barking dogs, prison alarms and prisoners shouting through their barred windows.

Just after arriving back in London yesterday from Russia, Phil recorded this message about what all the support from around the world meant to him and the rest of the Arctic 30.

And one thank you is never enough. Here are other members of the Arctic 30 expressing their gratitude for everything you've done to support them.