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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.

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.

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.

24 January

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Amongst the reams of post that included an invitation from The Royal Geographical Society to submit a treatise on the Sami peoples of Northern Europe, I was delighted to discover a note from cousin Egburt suggesting I join him for a few days shooting at his pile north of the border. C.F.

 
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