The Road To Nomansland.....

Journal Entry - Day 3
This is the road that leads to our part of the world. My only chance of getting a message to civilisation clearly lies with Blip.
I have heard rumours that some have made it out but I haven't seen them return, so I await patiently for news of what lies beyond. (They were seen leaving in a red Micra and as a result I'm not holding my hopes too high.)
We ventured out by automobile only to be 'beaten back' by the ice, our chances of a safe return were looking bleak so we saved ourselves before we became icebound.
I have made some calculations and we have 3 more days worth of tea bags, but we are low on fruit. I fear scurvy may become an issue. I haven't chosen to share this with the rest of the party as I'm not sure how they will take the news. They are becoming unruly and I worry mutiny could follow.
I have seen that condtions are worse for our dear distant relations and they are in the final stages hypothermia, which has led to the removal of clothing often down to the underwear - I fear for their health, their sanity has clearly been eroded somewhat already.
Yours spiritedly
Capt. H. Bear