Lot Essay
'Tuesday, June 6. -- ...It is my birthday, a fact I might have forgotten, but my kind people did not. ...After my walk I discovered that great preparations were in progress for a special dinner, and when the hour for that meal arrived we sat down to a sumptuous spread with our sledge banners hung about us. Clissold's especially excellent seal soup, roast mutton and red currant jelly, fruit salad, asparagus and chocolate -- such was our menu. For drink we had cider cup, a mystery not yet fathomed, some sherry and a liqueur.' (Scott's Last Expedition, London, 1914, I, pp.304-5)