Be advised that for the immediate and foreseeable future I will be obliged to remain incommunicado. However I have a delightful tale to regale you with first...
Yesterday morning and laden with parcels containing my patent pomade, much needed wax supplies bound for exotic foreign climes, I dropped into the General Post Office situated in the beautiful city of Bath Spa.
The pretty young lady behind the counter smiled and on stamping my packages asked if I could possibly be Captain Fawcett? I of course acknowledged that I was indeed one and the same, to which the delightful gal retorted that she followed my journal and that reading about my travels and exploits brought a smile to her day. How extraordinarily gratifying. C.F.