Good Friday. Peaceful day. Wind continuing 20 to 30 miles per hour.

Had divine service.

Winter! I believe most people look upon winter as a time of storms, cold, and discomfort. They look forward to it with sadness, and bow before the inevitable—Providence ordains it so.

The prospect of a ball or two cheers them up a little, and makes the horizon somewhat brighter; but...

This is Good Friday, No wind but heavily overcast and threatening blizzard.

We had to make a day's journey with a sledge out to the Barrier edge and fetch in some fodder bales for the 2 horses. Five of us went on ski with a sledge—

Bowers must tell the story of the returning party:

We topped the ridges and headed for Erebus beyond Castle Rock. It looked a little threatening at first, but cleared a bit as we got on. It was quite interesting to be breaking new ground...

When we have turned our backs on Cape Evans in January we had left our winter quarters in a very primitive condition. It had hardly been finished or fitted out at all. When we returned after an absence of 80 days, we found the hood completed and indeed almost unrecognisable.

Of course it was not luxurious but it really was quite comfortable, and good and warm. Nor did we have to move around in half darkness: acetylene lights had totally banished the shadows. Bernard Day, who had fixed the lighting, was someone who mastered everything he turned his hand to...