Same wind as yesterday up to 6 o’clock, when it fell calm with gusts from the north.

Have exercised the ponies to-day and got my first good look at them. I scarcely like to express the mixed feelings with which I am able to regard this remnant.

Freezing of Bays. Cape Evans...

I was not many hours or even minutes in the hut before I was haled round to observe in detail the transformation which had taken place during my absence, and in which a very proper pride was taken by those who had wrought it.

Simpson’s Corner was the first visited.

At the same time we introduced a new order of things with our dogs. Hitherto we had been obliged to keep them tied up on account of seal-hunting; otherwise they went off by themselves and ravaged. There were certain individuals who specially distinguished themselves in this way, like Wisting’s Major. He was a born hunter, afraid of nothing. Then there was Hassel’s Svarten; but a good point about him was...

Easter Sunday. Blowing and very cold and heavy drift. We enjoyed life in the hut. In the afternoon I had a quiet time reading and in the evening got notes for a magnificent stormy sunset.

I have it on record that we had tinned haddock this day for breakfast, made by Oates with great care, a biscuit and cheese hoosh for lunch, and a pemmican fry this evening, followed by cocoa with a tin of sweetened Nestlé’s milk in it, truly a great luxury.

For the rest we mended our finnesko, and read Bleak House. Meares told us how the Chinese...

Easter Sunday and we had a service in the hut this morning.

All the same Lieutenant Teddy Evans and I have been at work on our triangulation; we must make use of the daylight while we have it. It was an unpleasant experience.