17 April, 1911

Started back for Hut Point with two sledges to relieve the party left behind. We're taking butter, oatmeal, flour, lard and chocolate. Biting wind and overcast skies. We constantly step into cracks and disappear from sight momentarily. Every one of us has frostbitten faces and very cold feet.

We are wet with perspiration and are camping on the Barrier Slope north of Castle Rock. It's nearly -38 degrees.

It's a bit of a shock to the system to be back in a tent after the bunk at Cape Evans.