3 May

Posted on May 03, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 5 April:

Tromso has earned the epithet ‘Paris of the North’. This is due to the number of high class emporiums that have been opened here by well known French couturiers, who supply the latest fashions to the wives and daughters of the locale, their families having grown hugely wealthy on the profits of whaling.

The Nordic princesses looking so beautiful in their delightful frocks are somewhat reminiscent of dear Miss Caldwell, whom I had last seen taking tea at Fortnum’s on that spring afternoon. I allowed myself a pleasant sigh. It all seemed so long ago... ahh what might have been.

Must press on. C.F.

2 May

Posted on May 02, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Excerpt from 5 April:

On board a leaky old steamer that rumbles, rolls and reeks of rotten fish. It’s taken us four days to reach Tromso, a small town known as the gateway to the Arctic and the expeditions start point. A last chance for a bath and a fairly decent night's sleep before tomorrow’s early start. Time and tide, what? C.F.

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