Scotts second to last diary entry read. "Since the twenty first we have had a continous gale WSW and SW. We had fuel to make two cups of tea apiece and bare food for two days on then 20th. Every day we had been ready to start for our depot 11 miles away, but outside the door of the tent it remains a scene of whirling drift. I do not think we can hope for any better things now.We are getting weaker of course, and the end can not be far. It seems a pity, but I do not think I can write any more.