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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.

1 June

Posted on June 01, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

But, for now at least, blow this for a game of soldiers. Quoting the late King and shouting at the top of my voice 'Bugger Bognor' I'm off again. With a veritable spring in my step - and a curl in my Moustache - I'm heading off to my beloved Scotland for a spot of fishing. Regards Fawcett P.S 'Nurse' ;}>

2 March

Posted on March 02, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Further to my most recent excursion in the Highlands of Scotland, it is with no little delight that I receive notice from George Goldsmith Esq. the reknowned Scottish Estate and Land Agent that he will place in his respected annual catalogue an advertisement for my World famous pomade. How gratifying and very modern! What? C.F.

31 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Egburt's pile!

Egburt's pile

28 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

It has taken two days to reach dear Cousin Egburt's digs on the south bank of Loch Ness. It’s a small affair, a gothic castle with nigh on 500 acres containing some of the best fishing, shooting and stalking to be had in Scotland.

The black sheep of our family had laid on a veritable spread, following the Haggis, a bowl of Cullen Skink broth after which we delighted in fine venison steak the donor of which had been felled earlier that day. The Piper played and we drank Whisky late into the night, Egburt suggested a game of cards, knowing him as we all do, we declined to a man.

I staggered up the stone staircase to bed. A top knotch evening, a Burns night to remember, I‘d say, What! C.F.

25 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With events in London hotting up and taking a curious, rather unpleasant turn. The bally soup was thickening, add to this my man Levitt's decidedly odd erratic behavior, I thought it may well prove fortuitous to duck for cover. At the very least it would give me time to mull things over.

At larks rise, having completed ones ablutions paying particular attention to my hirsute appendage. I headed to King's Cross bound for Scotland. What Ho. C.F.

 
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