10 April, 1911

Intended to make for Cape Evans this morning. Called hands early, but when we were ready for departure after breakfast, the sky became overcast sand snow began to fall. It continued off and on all day, only clearing as the sun set. Just as well: it would have been the worst condition possible for our attempt, as we could not have seen more than 100 yards.

Oh well, try again tomorrow. I wish we'd left a stash of whiskey under this hut as Shackleton did under his hut at Cape Royds. I think I'd be ready to dig that up by now.

It would certainly make me more popular with the men.