This is a diary entry from the perspective of Robert Scott, written during our Antarctica studies. The diary is set when Robert Scott was striving to reach the South Pole but knew he wasn't going to make it.

Dear Diary, Death cannot be far and I know we are definitely not going to make it. After Edgar and Lawrence passed away I knew Henry, Dr Edward and I would be next.

I am as hungry as a starving alley cat food rations are gone and thirst overtakes my body, We find it impossible to melt ice as we are out of fuel.

I am afraid that this is my last diary entry and I have written my last tearful letters home but I am not sure if my family will ever receive them. I am anxious that my family do not know that I am stuck here withering in pain. I am afraid that I do not want them to know because it will be an obstacle they could never overcome.

The treacherous weather is like a war between the elements, the wind dancing wildly around our tent. The freezing blizzards are overpowering and the freezing wind on my face is like being stung by a thousand bees as the snowflakes jump enthusiastically into our tent. I know that no other man will ever experience the feeling of the wind sucking out your strength or the feeling of dread inside when you know you are not going to make it.

I am like a solitary iceberg floating helpless and alone in a sea of pain and misery and the only memories I have are of crossing giant glaciers and encountering brain battering blizzards. The journey has been long and I can only thank my teammates for this experience.

I dread death as much as an old man dreads retirement. Even though I talk of surviving I know that it would only be a impossible dream. Maybe I am not good enough and I know that I will never receive the fame intended. I am famished and fading fast, and I hope that when I die someone will find me.

I have used up my last ounce of strength and cannot write more. Farewell to my friends and family.

Robert Scott

Diary entry by Caitlin (10 years old).