Monthly Archives: April 2013

Shelter

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Rough, bleak and inhospitable

“The spit was by no means an ideal camping ground; it was rough, bleak and inhospitable – just an acre or two of rock and shingle, with the sea foaming around it except where the snow slope, running up to … Continue reading

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The princess and the pea

“The fairy princess who would not rest on her seven downy mattresses because a pea lay underneath the pile might not have understood the pleasure we all derived from the irregularities of the stones, which could not possibly break beneath … Continue reading

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Landing Spot

“Wild, Worsley, and Hurley accompanied me on an inspection of our beach before getting into the tents. I almost wished then that I had postponed the examination until after sleep, but the sense of caution that the uncertainties of polar … Continue reading

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Anything but cheering

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Land

“The smiles and laughter, which caused cracked lips to bleed afresh, and the gleeful exclamations at the sight of two live seals on the beach made me think for a moment of that glittering hour of childhood when the door … Continue reading

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Arrival

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A narrow beach

“At 9am at the NW end of the island we saw a narrow beach at the foot of the cliffs. Outside lay a fringe of rocks heavily beaten by the surf but with a narrow channel showing as a break … Continue reading

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One hundred and eight hours

“We had now had one hundred and eight hours of toil, tumbling, freezing, and soaking, with little or no sleep. I think Sir Ernest, Wild, Greenstreet, and I could say that we had no sleep at all. Although it was … Continue reading

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“Off his head”

“early discovered that I had no-one… except Shackleton who could be trusted at the tiller, and he was fully occupied by the general supervision of the fleet. I was at the tiller the whole time we were moving. “About 3am, … Continue reading

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