ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO TODAY...
Scott's party made it back to the base at Cape Evans, after being marooned for a day on a small island while a blizzard blew through.

L-R: Griff Taylor, Silas Wright, Teddy Evans, Birdie Bowers, Capt. Scott, Frank Debenham, Tryggve Gran, Edgar Evans, Tom Crean
Meanwhile, back at Hut Point ...
You can find Scott's account of the return journey as well as the photos Ponting took of the 'Bolshevists' here.
Scott's party made it back to the base at Cape Evans, after being marooned for a day on a small island while a blizzard blew through.
After the meal we struck camp, formed marching order, and started half running for winter quarters. Covering a couple of miles we found, to our great relief, that the fast ice not only extended up to the Cape but right round into North Bay, We soon sighted the hut, and shortly after saw some people working outside.
Directly they saw us in they ran to bring the others out at full speed, and coming to meet us they cheered and greeted us, then hauled our sledges in. It appeared they were unable to recognise any of us owing to our dirty and dishevelled state.
This was not to be wondered at, for we had not washed nor had we shaved for eighty days. We all talked hard and exchanged news. Ponting lined us up to be photographed―the first nine Bolshevists―we looked such awful blackguards.~ Teddy Evans

L-R: Griff Taylor, Silas Wright, Teddy Evans, Birdie Bowers, Capt. Scott, Frank Debenham, Tryggve Gran, Edgar Evans, Tom Crean
Several of the party went quite 'dotty', Gran grabbing a piece of pastry as soon as he got inside, and Griff excuting a perfect pas-de-seul up the passage-way.~ Frank Debenham
Meanwhile, back at Hut Point ...
We were very anxious about the returning party, especially when all the ice north of Hut Point went out. The blizzard blew itself out this morning, and it was a great change to see White Island and The Bluff once more. Atkinson came in before lunch and told me that, looking from the Heights, the ice from Glacier Tongue to Cape Evans appeared to have gone out. This sobered our lunch. We all made our way to Second Crater afterwards, and found the ice from the Hutton Cliffs to Glacier Tongue and thence to Cape Evans was still in.
Before leaving, Scott arranged to give Véry Lights at 10 p.m. from Cape Evans on the first clear night of the next three. To-night is the third, and the first clear night. We were out punctually, and then as we watched a flare blazed up, followed by quite a firework display. We all went wild with excitement—knowing that all was well. Meares ran in and soaked some awning with paraffin, and we lifted it as an answering flare and threw it into the air again and again, until it was burning in little bits all over the snow. The relief was great.~ Apsley Cherry-Garrard
You can find Scott's account of the return journey as well as the photos Ponting took of the 'Bolshevists' here.