We are now pulling ourselves, with the sail (the floor-cloth of the tent) set and Pinkey giving a hand.

At one stage a terrific gust came along and capsized the sledge.

The sail was blown off the sledge, out of its guys, and we prepared to camp, but the wind fell again to a moderate breeze, so we repaired the sledge and proceeded.
"It is blowing hard this evening, cold too.

Another wonderful sunset.
Golden colours illuminate the sky.

The moon casts beautiful rays in combination with the more vivid ones from the dipping sun.