With care and extra fuel we have managed to get through the snowy part of the blizzard with less accumulation of snow than I ever remember, and so everywhere all round experience is helping us.  It continued to blow hard throughout the 27th, and the 28th proved the most unpleasant day of the trip.  We started facing a very keen, frostbiting wind.  Although this slowly increased in force, we pushed doggedly on, halting now and again to bring our frozen features round.  It was 2 o’clock before we could find a decent site for a lunch camp under a pressure ridge.  The fatigue of the prolonged march told on Simpson, whose whole face was frostbitten at one time—­it is still much blistered.  It came on to drift as we sat in our tent, and again we were weather-bound.  At 3 the drift ceased, and we marched on, wind as bad as ever; then I saw an ominous yellow fuzzy appearance on the southern ridges of Erebus, and knew that another snowstorm approached.  Foolishly hoping it would pass us by I kept on until Inaccessible Island was suddenly blotted out.  Then we rushed for a camp site, but the blizzard was on us.  In the driving snow we found it impossible to set up the inner tent, and were obliged to unbend it.  It was a long job getting the outer tent set, but thanks to Evans and Bowers it was done at last.  We had to risk frostbitten fingers and hang on to the tent with all our energy:  got it secured inch by inch, and not such a bad speed all things considered.  We had some cocoa and waited.  At 9 P.M. the snow drift again took off, and we were now so snowed up, we decided to push on in spite of the wind.

We arrived in at 1.15 A.M., pretty well done.  The wind never let up for an instant; the temperature remained about -16 deg., and the 21 statute miles which we marched in the day must be remembered amongst the most strenuous in my memory.

Except for the last few days, we enjoyed a degree of comfort which I had not imagined impossible on a spring journey.  The temperature was not particularly high, at the mouth of the Ferrar it was -40 deg., and it varied between -15 deg. and -40 deg. throughout.  Of course this is much higher than it would be on the Barrier, but it does not in itself promise much comfort.  The amelioration of such conditions we owe to experience.  We used one-third more than the summer allowance of fuel.  This, with our double tent, allowed a cosy hour after breakfast and supper in which we could dry our socks, &c., and put them on in comfort.  We shifted our footgear immediately after the camp was pitched, and by this means kept our feet glowingly warm throughout the night.  Nearly all the time we carried our sleeping-bags open on the sledges.  Although the sun does not appear to have much effect, I believe this device is of great benefit even in the coldest weather—­certainly by this means our bags were kept much freer of moisture than they would have been had they been rolled up in the daytime.  The inner tent gets a good deal of ice on it, and I don’t see any easy way to prevent this.