Showing posts with label Pyjamas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pyjamas. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

17 March, 1911

The sea ice still will not freeze over! It simply refuses to do so so that we can get home!

I have taken to wearing pyjama trousers and will don an extra shirt. So far I have had nothing more than a singlet and jersey under pyjama jacket and a single pair of drawers under wind trousers. A hole in the drawers of ancient date means that one place has had no covering but the wind trousers, yet I have never felt cold about the body. I have been astonished by the warmth felt throughout in light clothing so far.

I am impatient just sitting here. It is ill to sit still and contemplate the ruin which has assailed our transport. The scheme of advance must be very different from that which I first contemplated. Because I am the leader of this expedition I have felt it unnecessary to tell anyone what those plans might have been. The Pole is a long way off, alas!

Bit by bit I am losing all faith in the dogs. They are a complete mystery to me.

Don't ask why I decided to bring an old pair of pyjama trousers with holes in them instead of new ones. A man likes his familiar underthings.