Thursday, 1 April 1948. There was a fairly hectic rushing around in the mroning in view of the fact that there was no train or rail-motor, which is a sort of trolley-car which runs along rails, to Bellenden Kerr. I dickered for a while with B-P who got hold of a man who wanted L6-6-0 to take us out. That seemed high and finally a man was was found to do it for L3-10-0. He called for us at 2.30 at the hotel and we reached our destination about 5.30. It is a former can-cutter's camp, consisting of a large corrugated iron shed, divided into separate rooms and having a kitchen stove set up in one room. It is situated in the middle of cane fields, as might be expected, and our run after leaving the main road was rough. It did not take long to settle, however, and Van and George set a short trap line while Len and I got the camp into shape and began to prepare the evening meal. Then a very serious oversight was discovered - I had packed everything bot one of the other three had for some purpose rearranged the contents and all the plates had been left behind. I took my meal from a frying-pan and the others each had a vegetable serving bowl, looking some- thine like the three bears except that the bowls were all the same size, We shall have to do something about it tomorrow as the chances are that we shall be here for six or seven days. So far it is too early to give much in the way of impressions but we nestle close up under the slopes of Bellenden Kerr and it seems to be fairly cool, so far. No mosquitoes are apparent so far but almost every other kind of insect there is congregates about the lamp by which I am writing. There is a general feeling by all hands also that it will be well to watch one's step when walking around. The strike news was unchanged when we left but about two miles away there is a house with a telephone; the occupants have promised to receive messages for us and Dupain has been advised where he can get in touch with us, should there be any change. The others have turned in now though it is only 8.40; I think I shall read one of my who-dun-its for a while and then do likewise. By the way, those books are a God-send and I wish to record my gratitude to everybody who subscribed to my library. Friday, 2 April 1948. There is one range of hills to our east and then the ocean; in other words our camp lies between the low costal range and the higher second ranve which includes Bellenden Kerr. Len is preparing breakfasts during this camp and as he moved around the kit- chen this morning, where I am sleeping, he roused me and I looked out. The rays of the sun were just appearing over the coastal range and hitting the top of Bellenden Kerr, the sky was blue, orange, gold and white with clouds and grey tendrils of mist roved down the mountain side to lose themselves in the green of the forest with which B. K. is covered. Last night, for no particular reason, I looked under my bed and found a nice little black snake there; of course I had absolutely nothing to take him with and by the time I had found an old broom stick with which to dlout him, he had disappeared. Probably he was harmless but I bear the ad- vice of Herpetology well in mind. George and Van did very well with their traps last night but my early insect results were poor and last night's snake was the only one seen by any- body. Later in the morning I had a little better luck and in the afternoon went up the foothills of B.K. to the point where water for the few shacks which comprise the village is piped down. There is a charming little glen there and a one inch pipe seems to supply everybody's needs.