Friday, July 16, 2010
15 July, 1911
There was a strong wind with snow this morning and the wind remained keen and cold in the afternoon, but tonight it has fallen calm with a promising clear sky outlook. Have been up theRamp, clambering about in my sealskin overshoes, which see, extraordinarily satisfactory.
Oates thinks a good few of the ponies have worms and we are considering means of ridding them. Bones seems to be betting on better. A big ventilator has been fitted in the stable. It is not easy to get over the alarm of the other night—the situation is altogether too critical.
I keep dreaming of Nansen laughing at me.