Fear not, Dear Chums, for I am not incarcerated in Gaol or indeed having been carried off kicking and screaming to be found languishing in some blessed sanatorium. Au contraire! All is well in Fawcett’s fantastic world. The truth of the matter is simply whilst remaining incognito I am actively involved in the planning of my next adventure. Regards, 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!
I should like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your messages of goodwill, commiseration and get well soon that I have received from the far flung corners of the globe. In response to your polite enquiries after my health and well being I can assure you that I am presently recuperating and albeit still physically weak, am in fine mental fettle. I am of course with the use of my trademarked pomade maintaining a stiff upper lip regardless. What ho. Although on this occasion our expedition was beaten by time and the ferocious elements that stacked against us, rest assured that I fully intend to return next year to the frozen far north and complete our unfinished quest! Whilst residing at the sanatorium I will publish excerpts from my Journal, which may shed some light on what went so horribly wrong.
Regards, Captain Fawcett Windy Nook, The Promenade, Bognor Regis