31 May

Posted on May 31, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

After a liberal application of my patent Stiffener I resolve to return to the Arctic the following year, renewing my quest to search out the fabled South East passage! Note to self to carry more fruit!

30 May

Posted on May 30, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

This particularly perturbing Polar experience that led directly to my being somewhat poorly and to my subsequent incarceration in that wretched sanatorium on the South coast of our beloved Albion, is now gleefully at an end. Today I have been given the all clear and have been released from my bed-bound hell. What Ho!

29 May

Posted on May 29, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Good morrow chortling chums,

Well, by now you you will have read the extracts from my journal which hopefully will have shed a little light and offered some insight into the events that led up to my most recent profound Polar predicament.

Our doughtiness had taken a severe dent and, having been obliged to eat our boots as it were, we returned despondent to dear Blighty. I am sure that you will have gleaned from the Illustrated London rag the fortuitous news that the expedition's young buck returned home in time for the bally wedding - an event, of course, that, sorry to say, I was obliged to miss!

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.

10 May

Posted on May 10, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 7 April:

That evening hunkered down in our shared laavu, we feast on raw reindeer heart that has been warmed in our tepid coffee. We slurp raw eggs and drink frozen vodka. Outside blows a blizzard that was spawned in Cocytus. We talk of our beloved and look at faded photographs of those left at home. 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.

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.

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

11 April

Posted on April 11, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The use of Captain Fawcett's moustache wax will help to maintain a stiff upper lip in the most hostile of conditions! What Ho!

10 April

Posted on April 10, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

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.

31 March

Posted on March 31, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

And so it was we arrived at Newcastle bound for Bergen. C.F.

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.

24 March

Posted on March 24, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With my next polar adventure imminent, I am summoned to a meeting regarding the Expedition at the offices of the Royal Geographical Society in Kensington. On arrival I am fed the jaw dropping news that two of my trusted Arctic team members are for what ever reason obliged to drop out. Bloody poor show. If I am unable to fill their places the whole caboodle is in jeopardy! Ye Gads! C.F.

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