OHYAT: Suffers from Chronic Foreshadowing

Normally I wouldn't spam my own journal with such trivial snippets as this, but the Crozier party are being rather boring today, holed up in their tent, and this was just so adorable.

Blizzards seem to be a good time to catch up on the day-to-day life of the hut, as everyone's more or less stuck inside, so Capt. Scott has lots of time to write. Today we have another episode of People and their Funny Ways:

I have been amused and pleased lately in observing the manners and customs of the persons in charge of our stores; quite a number of secret caches exist in which articles of value are hidden from public knowledge so that they may escape use until a real necessity arises. The policy of every storekeeper is to have something up his sleeve for a rainy day. For instance, Evans (P.O.), after thoroughly examining the purpose of some individual who is pleading for a piece of canvas, will admit that he may have a small piece somewhere which could be used for it, when, as a matter of fact, he possesses quite a number of rolls of that material.

– Capt. Scott's journal, 11 July 1911

Earlier in the entry, I found this:

I have been going to and fro on the home beach and about the rocky knolls in its environment – in spite of the wind it was very warm. I dug myself a hole in a drift in the shelter of a large boulder and lay down in it, and covered my legs with loose snow. It was so warm that I could have slept very comfortably.

YE GODS MAN, STOP DOING THIS SORT OF THING.