Scott Polar Research Institute8 P.M. – Our calm soon came to an end, the breeze at 3 P.M. coming strong from the S.S.W., dead in our teeth – a regular southern blizzard. We are creeping along a bare 2 knots. I begin to wonder if fortune will ever turn her wheel. On every possible occasion she seems to have decided against us. Of course, the ponies are feeling the motion as we pitch in a short, sharp sea – it’s damnable for them and disgusting for us.
