Captain Robert Falcon Scott, intrepid explorer and famous diarist, blogs from his fateful Terra Nova Antarctic expedition of 1910-12. In keeping with what he was actually doing day-by-day, but from a unique perspective. Follow him as he leads his party to a cold and lonely death!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
29 March, 1912
Since the 21st we have had a continuous gale from W.S.W. and S.W. We had fuel to make two cups of tea apiece and bare food for two days on the 20th. Every day we have been ready to start for our depot, 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now. We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.
It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write more.