–from Cherry-Garrard’s account “The Worst Journey in the World”–
“Blizzard followed blizzard, and at the beginning of July we had four days which were the thickest I have ever seen. Generaly when you go out into a blizzard the drift is blown from your face and clothes, and though you cannot see your stretched-out hand, especially on a dark winter day, the wind prevents you from being smothered. The wind also prevents the land, tents, hut and cases from being covered. But during this blizzard the drift drove at you in such blankets of snow, that your person was immediately blotted out, your face covered and your eyes plugged up. Gran lost himself for some time on the hill when taking the 8 a.m. observations, and Wright had diffuculty in getting back from the magnetic cave. Men had narrow escapes of losing themselves, though they were but a few feet from the hut.