–from Raymond Priestley’s published account “Antarctic Adventure”–
“. . .it was plain that another gale was working up. This time the wind was accompanied by heavy snow, and it was impossible to see one tent from another, while on the 27th the snow was so thick that we could not see our own tent from the sledge, which was only three yards away. Inside the tent we were supremely uncomfortable, for the drifts restricted our movements abominably, and a thin rain of snow drove through all the holes made by the last wind, and even through the pores of the weather-worn canvas, so that everything was wet through.
“We could do nothing but lie still and try to sleep, though none of us found ourselves able to do the latter for long at a time. The wind continued through the 27th and the whole of the 28th, but the latter hours were clear of snow, so that the huge drifts which had collected round the tent and sledge disappeared almost completely and the strained tent flapped wildly, raising a very pandemonium about our devoted heads.
“On the 29th the wind eased at last, and we sledged across to the northern shore of Inexpressible Island. . . .”