Richards prepared our usual banquet, half cup of tea, quarter biscuit, which we relished.

Under way at 7, carried on, halting every ten minutes or quarter of an hour.
Weather, snowing and blowing same as yesterday.

We are in a very weak state, but we cannot give in.

We often talk about poor Captain Scott and the blizzard that finished him and party.

If we had stayed in our tent another day I don't think we should have got under way at all, and we would have shared the same fate.