29 August

Posted on August 28, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Miss Allie Astell’s (my erstwhile biographer and sometime expedition organiser) mysterious disappearance and the need to cope with the ensuing hullabaloo had delayed my departure to the grand ol' USA. Receiving the delightful news that my dear chum is now safe and sound and with these unseemly shenanigans hopefully at an end, I apply a liberal dollop of my patent pomade and with a spring in my step, set off once again in search of my fortune. It is with no little excitement that I board the sleeping car of the Chicago and Northwestern railroad bound for Deadwood, South Dakota. Yee Hah! Fawcett.

Olde American Train

22 August

Posted on August 21, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

So soon after Master Robert Hine and his cohort of chortling chums noble attempt to affect the rescue of Miss Allie Astell from a white slavers encampment north of the ancient site of Zawyet-el-Aryan were thwarted. Her evil captors obviously thinking the game was up released their prize and subsequently Miss Allie Astell was found slightly the worse for wear wandering in the shifting sands of the Southern Sahara. Rumour that the poor gal was to be heard singing Edelweiss at the top of her voice has yet to be confirmed. Toodle Pip. Fawcett.

5 August

Posted on August 04, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

At the risk of seeming unconcerned with solving my dear friend Miss Allie Astell’s tribal predicament, I have left the problem in the safe hands of the Foreign Office who themselves are courting the assistance of the fearsome nomadic blue be-robed Tuareg. For the present I can do no more, and simply must attend to the pressing matter in hand, namely the adequate preparation for my forthcoming adventure. Carry on. Fawcett.

3 August

Posted on August 02, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I have contacted the British Consulate in Cairo and requested that they send out a search party without delay and for God’s sake rescue the poor girl from an imminent fate that could possibly be worse than death. One can only imagine what would happen to my dear friend and biographer if she fell into the grips of fiendish white slavers. Cads to a man! What? Captain Fawcett.

2 August

Posted on August 01, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Hurrah, there has been another sighting of Miss Allie Astell my errant companion at a caravanserai deep in the desert! However I fear we may be too late, for she was seen at the oasis edge, swaying to the savage rhythm of the distant drums. Ye Gads! Fawcett.

1 August

Posted on July 31, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

This very morning she was spotted astride a Bedouin's dromedary heading out into the shifting sands of the southern Sahara Desert. Good God whatever next? Fawcett.

31 July

Posted on July 30, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Dire news! It appears that Miss Allie Astell, the most stalwart, prim, proper and protagonist of all things just so, may well have gone native. The poor gal hasn't been quite the same since that sojourn at Glastonbury. I of course blame myself. Oh lack a day. Fawcett.

29 July

Posted on July 28, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With lots to do and very little time in which to do it, and sadly finding myself lacking the be-calming efficiency of Miss Allie Astell's organisational skills, I simply moustache. What? Fawcett.

29 June

Posted on June 28, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Stopping at the post office on route to the railway station, I have just sent a letter containing a 5/- postal order to the charming Miss Allie Astell in Camberwell. I wished her well, reminded her to water the roses and suggested that she purchased a new hat to replace the one lost on her recent escapade in the Weimar republic. I also casually mentioned that I was bound for Wales, but would however stay in touch. Toodle Pip. Fawcett.

9 June

Posted on June 09, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Comfortable in the knowledge that my errant biographer and sometime expedition organiser is now safely ensconsed at her London home- I am recuperating in Scotland. The guest of Sir James Williams at Dunkeld House his charming country seat.

This very afternoon was spent thigh deep in the Tay casting flies in the hope of a tug from an eager young salmon thrusting up stream to spawn. Alas no bites save that of the wretched midges. What ho, tomorrow is another day! Fawcett.

8 June

Posted on June 08, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

A thousand thanks are due to the dashing Herr Hockler for facilitating the successful release of Miss Allie Astell from the 'Spa' in Baden Baden. Well done Sir!

With my dear chum's recent safe passage home to Camberwell Camberwell in ample time, one should add to celebrate her birthday. All appears well in the world of Peabody Fawcett. But is all as it seems? C.F.

3 June

Posted on June 03, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excellent News. My dear friend Hans Hockler - who incidentally fenced for Heidelberg University in 1931 - is acting as an envoy and interpreter whilst actively attempting to effect the release of dear Miss Allie Astell from the ruthless clutches of the so called 'Spa' in Baden Baden.

Hans Hockler

2 June

Posted on June 02, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Just received the God awful news that, while ensconced in Baden Baden, Miss Allie Astell has undergone a treament administered by the infamous Frau Gruber that can be best described as barbaric and somewhat unsavoury to boot. My thoughts are with my erstwhile companion at this most difficult time. I hope and suggest that she keeps her back to the wall and maintains a stiff upper lip regardless. What Ho! Fawcett

25 May

Posted on May 25, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 10 April:

On behalf of Captain Peabody Fawcett: I have just received news from The Geographical Society that Fawcett’s expeditionary team is stranded approximately 78 degrees north off the coast of Norway. The unseasonably warm weather has resulted in an early melt and has left them marooned on ice floes. Victims of the fierce gulf stream they are drifting at the behest of the current.

The last message received delivered by carrier pigeon, assured,

“All well and in good spirits despite having run out of reading material. Men maintaining stiff upper lip with aid of liberal dollops of my trademarked moustache wax, although one member of team appears quite delirious blithering on about getting back to Blighty for a wedding or some such nonsense! God help us all. C.F."

Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell.

11 May

Posted on May 11, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 8 April:

Hurrah, supplies have arrived! They contain chocolate, fresh fruit and letters from loved ones. Team is in fine fettle although with two dogs lame we are disadvantaged. I receive notice from Miss Allie Astell, the Expedition Organiser, that Sullivan's - my preferred tobacconist - have closed their shop in Burlington Arcade. O lackaday. With icicles hanging from my moustache we venture on. C.F.

6 May

Posted on May 06, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Due not least to my ongoing convalescence but to also facilitate and enable a full recovery, I must take heed of my trusted physicians advice and rest until further diagnosis is complete.

To that end it saddens me to inform you that as such I will be unable to attend the forthcoming celebrations of all things hirsute being held at the World Beard and Moustache Championships next weekend in Trondheim, Norway.

However the good tidings is that the celebrated Miss Allie Astell of Camberwell and her delightful bosom pal Laura have stepped in to the breech, kindly agreeing to represent Captain Fawcett’s Moustache Wax on this most auspicious of occasions.

They will be lodging at the Prinsen hotel and carry with them stocks of my patent pomade which will be available for your purchase and delectation and should be used as an aid to maintaining your stiff upper lip regardless.

By all means introduce yourselves to the wonderful gals as serious aficionados of the hirsute appendage et al. Cordial invites to tea or even supper will be most welcome and viewed favourably.

My humble apologies once again for being so detained and unable to join you in Norway. I raise a glass to you all and I do hope to further our acquaintance in Pennsylvania this coming autumn.

Toodle Pip!


I remain your most etc


Oh botheration!


19 April

Posted on April 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

In the interim I am quite sure that we would all like to convey our greetings to dear Captain Fawcett. Let’s wish him well and hopefully encourage a speedy recovery from this awful debilitating disease.

To that end, may I suggest nay request that we congratulate him on the continued writing of his journal in the face of extreme hardship and adversity. You can do this by clicking "like" on the right hand side of this page.

With luck he may well feel disposed to tell us more tales of wonder, derring do and recount the events that led up to his profound polar predicament in the far frozen North of Norway.

Be reassured that with the aid of his patent pomade the Captain is maintaining a stiff upper lip regardless!

Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell.

18 April

Posted on April 18, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The eminent Doctors at the renowned hospital are indicating that there is at present no cause for undue concern with regards to the patient’s health. They favourably suggest that the best possible cure for Captain Peabody Fawcett’s perceived vitamin deficiency is to take this opportunity of a chance to rest, recuperate and to nibble on the occasional apple.

Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell.

17 April

Posted on April 17, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Arriving safely in Lerwick, Captain Fawcett and his companions have been flown to Croydon aerodrome courtesy of Imperial Airways. The Captain has since been transferred to the London school of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine for examination. It is suspected by the expedition’s physician that whilst involved in this his latest escapade he may well have contracted scurvy.

Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell.

15 April

Posted on April 16, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Spiffing news.

I have had notification from the Admiralty that an exhausted Captain Fawcett and his erstwhile polar warriors have been liberated from their icy calamity and picked up by the SS Orama. The vessel that effected this daring rescue is currently proceeding full steam ahead, underway to the Shetland Islands

Miss Allie Astell, Expedition Organiser, Camberwell

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