The narrow strip of beach was cumbered with masses of rock that had fallen from the cliffs.

We struggled along for two miles or more in the search for a place where we could get the boats ashore and make a permanent camp in the event of Wild's search proving fruitless, but after three hours' vain toil we had to turn back.

We had found on the far side of the pillar of basalt a crevice in the rocks beyond the reach of all but the heaviest gales.

Rounded pebbles showed that the seas reached the spot on occasions.

Here I decided to depot ten cases of Bovril sledging ration in case of our having to move away quickly.
We could come back for the food at a later date if opportunity offered.
Returning to the camp, we found the men resting or attending to their gear.