“A stream of water collected and, running under my bag, soaked it completely through, the bottom being absolutely sodden, and mitts, socks and other gear got thoroughly soaked too…Even as I sit and write this the water is drip-drip-dripping from the tent roof and every available receptacle — empty tins, etc., — are in use to prevent our bags getting wetter. We are only partially successful, for the drips are coming in through four times as many places as we have receptacles for. I have spread my Burberrys over my bag, and when a pool has collected in them big enough i carefully lift and pour it into the snow at one side. It is pretty tedious having thus to keep a constant vigilance…I pray God to send us dry weather soon, for this is misery. I have never seen such depression of spirits as there is in the tent today.”

— Alexander Macklin