only sleep and eat, the tent space became more and more congested, and
those lying closest to the walls of the tents were cramped by the weight
of snow which bore down on the canvas. The blizzard on the second day
pursued its course with unabated violence, the temperature increased,
however, and we experienced driving sleet. The tent floor cloths had
pools of water on them, and water dripped on our faces as we lay in our
sleeping-bags. Outside the scene was miserable enough, the poor ponies
cowering behind their snow walls the picture of misery. Their more
fortunate companions, the dogs, lay curled in snug balls covered in snow
and apparently oblivious to the inclemency of the weather. Our lunch at
5.30 broke the monotony of the day.

We had supper somewhere near 9 p.m. and then slept again.

December 6 found still greater discomfort, for we had sleet and actually
rain alternating. The wind continued and ploughed and furrowed the
surface into a mash. Our tents became so drifted up that we had hardly
room to lie down in our bags. I fancied the man-haulers were better off
than the other tents through having made a better spread, but no doubt
each tent company was sorrier for the others than for itself. We
occasionally got out of our bags to clear up as far as we were able, but
we couldn't sit around and look foolish, so when not cooking and eating
we spent our time in the now saturated bags. The temperature rose above
freezing point, and the Barrier surface was 18 inches deep in slush.
Water percolated everywhere, trickling down the tent poles and dripping
constantly at the tent door.

We caught this water in the aluminium tray of our cooker.

The ponies arrived at the state of having to be dug out every now and