A diary belonging to the late Mountaineer George Mallory chronicling his attempt at climbing Mount Everest in 1924 has been found near his body on the side of the Mountain which prooves that he did in fact get to the summit. What it also revealed was the lack of adequate kit and food supplies taken to complete the climb which ultimateley led to his and his mountaineering colleague Andrew Irving's tragic deaths.
Here is the critical passage as written by Mallory himself describing his moment of triumph on the 8th of June 1924.
Got up early and decided to make the last push to the top of Evers before morning tea at ten. Despite the fact that i'm down to my last pair of plus fours for the climb I am still more than ready for the last hoorah.
Despite being late for morning tea time we get to the top of Evers. The top is simply regonisable by the fact that there is nothing else around that looks any higher.
Poor old Ivers drops the union flag off the top thanks to a bad case of that naughty old blighter Jack Frost bite in his fingers. Aunt Agatha's woollen mittens have certainly been found wanting on this little jolly.
Alarm is caused on review of the provisions. I've run out of all my supplies of earl grey and Ivers supply of loop song su shong is down to the last bag. Aunt Agatha's scones are down to the last four and the cream is on the turn. Buggeration we've only got two slices of victoria sponge left and the hors d'oeuvres are down to the last eight.Despite that Ivers still assures me we can skree down to the bottom for tea at four.
We decide to embark on the descent down the mountain.
Decide to abandon the descent after skreeing does not go to plan. Brogues and mountain climbing are a
definate no no.
Pecker up Irvers decides to chance it and carries on but depsite the hearty remark of ' i'll get the kettle on for you Mallors old boy when I get to the bottom' it does not stop him disappearing over a 1000ft precipice which is rather bad form.
I've decided to stop here approximateley several hundred feet from the summit and wait for a St Bernard to come along and reinvigorate me with some good old rummers from his bountiful cask.
No sign of a St Bernard
I hope I don't buy it here because people in the future may think I never made it to the top at all and think I failed, perish the thought.
That was the last entry made by Mallory in his newley found diary which quite clearly reveals that he did get to the top of Everest in 1924 beating Sir Edmund Hilary by twenty nine years.
Hilary of course did get himself and his party up there and back in one piece thanks to having the correct equipment prooving that Mallory and chums were never going to do that kitted out in attire more suited for a shooting party in the country.