19 May

Posted on May 19, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 9 April:

My fingers are turning black, the victim of severe frostbite. The bright sun low on the horizon causes an incessant headache that saps my resolve to carry on. All around us the ice is melting, resulting on occasion in the dogs slipping and sliding into the once frozen Polar sea. They panic, dragging the sledges which carry the meager remains of our food, shelter and moustache wax with them.

By Jupiter I am yet to be beaten. C.F.

9 May

Posted on May 09, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 7 April:

Mile after mile after mile of permafrost tundra. It is bitterly cold. Watching the hounds that pull me yet ever further from civilisation I am reminded of the old adage that ‘Life is like a dog sled team, If you ain’t the lead dog the scenery never changes’. C.F.

5 May

Posted on May 05, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 6 April:

After a robust breakfast of salted cod and boiled eggs we meet Frodo and Lars Petter, our Sami guides. They will travel with us, equipping the endeavour with our dog teams and sleds. Six dogs per man although the somewhat tubby Blinky requires eight. Baldur, Loki, Odin, Tor, Wotan and Freya have my watch, lithe, strong, Siberian huskies that I will come to know and love and who will, without complaint literally pull me through thick and thin.

We are setting off days later than I would have hoped. There is no room for further delay. To misquote the Bard, ‘cry havoc and let slip the dogs of quest'. We are in hot pursuit of Fridtjof Nansen, the famed Norwegian explorer who intends to scupper our resolve to be the first to locate and navigate a way through the South East passage.

Applying a liberal dollop of my patent pomade as a means to maintaining a stiff upper lip regardless. I holler ‘forward', at last we're off, into the unknown.

God Speed and may the best man win. What.


30 March

Posted on March 30, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Glimmer of light. I will invite Blinky to take one of now the vacated expedition positions and although he has had limited experience with dogs, (one should disregard the occasional exercising of Lottie Smith’s spaniel ‘Digger’ on Primrose Hill) I feel he could well turn out to be an excellent musher, keeping the cove busy may help calm his addled pate and remove him from his current scrape. What? Dashed good wheeze. C.F.

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