26 March, 1911

Walked out today over to the Gap and back by Crater Heights to Arrival Heights. The sea east of Cape Armitage looks pretty well covered over in ice, with some open pools.

Have been thinking fondly of March in England -- the glades of daffodils and crocus, the buds on trees. I wonder if Peter has been gamboling about in dewy grass. If I close my eyes I can hear the birds chirping their merry song.

Then I open them again and realize it's just the sound of the roof dripping.