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29 March

Posted on March 28, 2012 by Captain P. Fawcett

Greetings from the Arctic hinterland, where I have been ensconced with the Sami. Today we will travel with thousands of reindeer as they migrate to the coast in search of fresh summer grazing. However be assured that with the use of my patent pomade I am maintaining a stiff albeit upper lip regardless!

Toodle Pip. Fawcett.

Sami

14 August

Posted on August 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Y’Gads, I implore, watch over me. With a firm resolve and a freshly stiffened upper lip I enter the paddock in Pirbright sitting on piebald pony. By Jupiter. Fawcett.

4 August

Posted on August 03, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Be reassured that liberal applications of my patent pomade have allowed me to maintain a stiff upper lip throughout this ghastly affair. Fawcett.

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.

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.

C.F.

27 April

Posted on April 27, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Dear Friends

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

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.

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.

21 March

Posted on March 21, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Blinky abruptly stopped in his tracks, his tirade over, he sunk his head and stared forlornly into his empty teacup. I suggested a liberal application of my patent pomade as an aid to stiffen his upper lip. He declined my offer. I then extended my hand and attempted to reassure him that all was well and with that the man upped and bolted! Rabbit exiting stage right, pursued by all and sundry! A rum do. How very queer I mused. C.F.

6 March

Posted on March 06, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

By Jove the situation is getting hairier by the minute! C.F.

5 March

Posted on March 06, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I have a sneaking suspicion that dear Miss Allie Astell late of Bath Spa has somehow become embroiled in some rather strange goings on near Dahab on the Red Sea. Whilst ensconced in the land of the Pharaoh one can only hope, that if faced with adversity the delightful gal will maintain a stiff upper lip and manage to keep the sand out of her sandwiches. What? Toodle Pip! C.F.

12 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Good Lord, what a night! Cannot remember for the life of me where on earth we ended up. Vague hazy recollections of China Town, wind blown duck and rice wine. Woke up on a bench in St James park with a hangover from Hades.

With no sign of blessed Blinky. I made my way to the Cavendish Hotel where after a wash and brush up I applied oodles of my moustache wax, in a bid to present a stiff upper lip regardless. Ordering from the waiter cove a prairie oyster I reached in to my waistcoat pocket and found…

25 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Doled out a ration of my patent Pomade to the men in a bid to maintain the required stiff upper lip!

Obliged to take Pirie to one side and to tell him in no uncertain terms that we cannot let the blessed Yanks see a grown British man blubbing. Its not cricket! I suggested he man up and asked him to desist immediately from this lamentable display of spinelessness!

We have all shared in an absolutely fantastic Christmas dinner, consisting of some flat circular steak type concoction that the indigenous natives refer to as a bahgur! All washed down with lashings of a strange tasting ale called buddy light. This delightful repast has helped raise our collective spirit! I dispel quickly the whimsy of home and the distant memory of pulling a cracker. C.F.

18 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With this in mind and having shared out the very last of the Blue Bird toffees, with our jaws firmly clamped and all of course maintaining a stiff upper lip, we set of in earnest! Tally Ho! C.F.

17 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

A dream last night which involved Simpsons in the Strand and a bowl of their famed smoked haddock chowder has fortified my resolve to get myself and the chaps back to their families and home shores for the seasonal festivities. C.F.

3 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

The heat, the blasted prickly heat coupled with the incessant infernal mosquito bites are proving enough to drive the sanest amongst us to fits of lunacy!

Luckily regular applications of my moustache wax are helping all in the bid to maintain a stiff upper lip. Privately the Scotsman, Pirie is a cause for concern! Carry on.

 
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