Get crunk, who u wit’?

Dick Sparrow appeared carrying a pitcher of stone-fence, a concoction of rum and hard cider, followed by Miriam bearing a tray of glasses. […] Dick passed the pitcher of stone fence and James got speedily and contentedly drunk.

He was pleased with the outcome.

There was just a chance this morning that, if the weather looked very 'set fair', we might make another attempt, but although at the camp it was beautifully fine, we could still see signs of wind & drift on the sea slopes of Terror & the temperature was rather low.