–from Thomas Orde Lees’ diary–
“3 July. A very fine day. Clear and cold with quite a good light a noon, streaks of red on the horizon giving promise of the returning sun. Marston and I went for a very long run with his sledge, about seven miles or more. I had my skis and was on them most of the time, sometimes running alongside alone, more often holding on to a line fixed to the sledge, but for quite a long way I had one of the team, the big dog Hercules, out of the traces and let him pull me along behind the sledge as the Norwegians often do behind a horse.
“That one dog could pull me so easily is enough to say that the surface was particularly good for sledging, though it was otherwise for skiing. The surface of the snow was mostly hard a polished ice, and very uneven”