There is a legal opinion, several layers deep and very dry, that explains how the agency came to be paid for an SEO retainer in a moon, and how that moon can be ours under one body of law and a complete fiction under another. It is a fine document. It does not prepare you for actually seeing the thing.
It is mostly ice, and cold all the way through, and the only green is a single thin band round the waist of it where it just barely thaws. It is not paradise. It is better than that: it is a real place, that really turns, far out around a great cold green world, that is — for reasons no form will ever satisfactorily explain — in our keeping. I would like, one day, to walk that green band end to end.
We did not go down. You only get one first sight of a thing and we wanted to spend it looking, not arriving. Next time: boots on the ice, a flag of some kind, sandwiches. We have a great deal to do and, it turns out, a way to get there. Regards.