Saturday, January 16, 2010

16 January, 1911

Slept very badly and rose late. Meares and I had a good look around and found much less snow than I've ever seen here. We visited all the old landmarks — Vince's cross might have been placed yesterday—the paint was so fresh and the inscription so legible.

We loaded up more asbestos sheeting onto our sledges for Simpson's differential magnetic hut and came back. We arrived at tea-time to find our larder in the grotto completed and stored with mutton and penguins. The hut stove is burning well and the interior of the building already warm and homelike—a day or two and we shall be occupying it.

Took Ponting to see some interesting thaw effects on the ice cliffs east of Camp. here are some penguins running for the ice edge. He seems very taken with their antics.

All the people who had journeyed towards Cape Royds yesterday made it there safely.

This is how we are living at present.

It has occurred to me that although the sea ice may freeze in our bays early in march it will be a difficult thing to get ponies across it owing to cliff edges at the side. We must therefore be prepared to be cut off for a longer time than I anticipated. I hope this doesn't have too great a consequence on our plans.

I rather hoped Wilson would be as furious as I when I told him about the pitiful state of our old hut, but he took it in his usual stride and gave me that beatific smile of his that seems to say "calm down old chap." I hate it when he does that.

Lovely one of the Terra Nova anchored off the ice. He took quite a few of these.

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