Day 14. We ate well last night, after building a fire and roasting the violet-scaled fish we scooped out of a rocky pool. Langsdale also pulled out a seven-foot thing eel, but none of us would touch the sodding thing.
Nothing but static on our radio. No signal from our shore party or from the Lost Patrol.
Using the sun to fix our orientation we headed north. After three hours clambering up a rockface we reached this cave, which thankfully offers shelter from this damnable heat. We will stop here to make camp.