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19 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Having had no sighting of the dreaded Vippers and buoyed up to a man by the notion of being homeward bound we cracked on a pace! A whistle hovers on our lips and with a spring in our step, we start to climb! 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.

16 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

If all else fails we will bag the blighter and share in the spoils! What ho time will tell. C.F.

15 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I must admit to being somewhat intrigued by the stories told of this modern day Robin Hood! In the event I should run in to this disreputable rogue I keep about my person an extra jar of my Gentleman’s stiffener. It's a peace offering, a gift that will hopefully convince him of the benefits entailed in the use of my pomade and an added enticement to end his erring ways. C.F.

14 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Famed for his handlebar moustache Veerappan terrorises the locals as he plunders the valuable trees and poaches the elephant for its much-prized ivory. This man is fiendishly dangerous and there is a substantial prize on his head. C.F.

13 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

After some days with the weather rapidly improving and blessed with the occasional hint of sun we find ourselves in the vast sandalwood forests of Tamil Nadu. At night we are obliged to post look outs for this is not only the last preserve of the Bengal tiger but its also home to that notable dacoit, the robber baron Muniswamy Veerappan. C.F.

10 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

However a small ration of Kendal Mint Cake to all and sundry, raises a glimmer of much needed cheer amongst the chaps! What Ho! C.F.

9 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Galvanising the men, we prayed to our Gods, dug deep and for the whole day attempted to get a rope across this Stygian flood, alas our frantic efforts came to naught. Having by now lost two souls to this water course from Hell and with no Charon to guide us over. We abandoned all hope and crestfallen we voted to retrace our steps. C.F.

8 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Awoke early. I remembered last evening, the passing thought that young Dent possessed such a delightful voice was quickly overtaken by the dawning of the enormity of our predicament.

Rousing the men we broke our fast with the remnants of last nights charred flying squirrel. We then set to the problem in hand, notably how to cross this raging stream that blocked our path. C.F.

7 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Exhausted we eventually happen on a fast flowing river, a treacherous torrent swollen with the late monsoon rains.

We set up camp for the night, this God-awful day is done we can proceed no further. A fire is lit allowing us to dry some of our clothes; it also serves to keep at bay the hounds of hell that aurally surround us.

The weak flame shedding enough light to facilitate the painful removal of the blood-seeking leeches that now cover our arms and legs, this slow exacting process eats further into my private stock of Sullivan’s finest Turkish cigarettes.

Needs must what?

A hearty singsong precedes a fitful, nightmare of a sleep! C.F.

7 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Torrential rain is making the going very tough, underfoot its a veritable quagmire sucking at our very will. The expeditionary force hacks its way slowly foot by foot through the humid jungle, every man jack drenched to the skin and playing host to leeches who feast on our spirit and sap their energy still further. C.F.

4 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Press on, men. 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.

2 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Grim and tortuous trail! Chaps morale a little low. Around campfire last night shared out last of the port, which raised some, much needed cheer. Men have renewed resolve to carry on regardless! Good egg! C.F.

1 December

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

We are heading into much darker and far more humid regions. Venturing into remote areas of dense sub tropical forest, far off the beaten path. On the whole the locals appear friendly, offering us gifts of freshly cut fruit and coconut milk. I extended the hand of friendship and offered the village elder a cigar from my own private stock. C.F.

30 November

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Today we are leaving (Ooty) where we all had a chance of a decent nights rest, were able to resupply and had an opportunity to catch up on news and read telegrams of support from our patrons and loved ones back in Blighty. I was delighted to open a food parcel from Fortnums, which contained amongst its delicacies my preferred anchovy paste. Tip Top! C.F.

29 November

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I say! My wax may be reviewed soon by the Moustache Mafia. And they seem to know their onions!

29 November

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Ooty Club: God knows how the world is shrinking. Picking up a three week old telegraph I read the terribly sad news that old Blinky Blenkinsop has failed in his bid to solo the Eiger! It is rumoured he lost two of his trusted sherpas in the attempt! Terrible shame. What?

27 November

Posted on February 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Fittums! There is talk of freezing precipitation on the British Isles. Base in Ooty uncomfortably warm today.

 
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