We had seen from the top that our course lay between two huge masses of crevasses, and we thought that the road ahead lay clear.

This belief and the increasing cold made us abandon the idea of camping.

We had another meal at 6 p.m.

A little breeze made cooking difficult in spite of the shelter provided for the cooker by a hole.

Crean was the cook, and Worsley and I lay on the snow to windward of the lamp so as to break the wind with our bodies.