Went to to Crater Hill. It's blowing a terrible gale. On the way back down I saw a figure approaching and it was Griffith Taylor!
It seems that his party all got back safely and had fine weather. I don't think he's discovered very much, though.
It's been a long time since I gave you any pictures, so here are two: Above we have Stanley Weyman's My Lady Rotha, a gripping tale of the Thirty Year's War set in 1632, and here below we have one of Wilson's charming drawings of seals which no doubt he killed and skinned soon after and which we ate for dinner.
