It is with some trepidation that I begin planning our next adventure in the ice gripped northern wastelands. Undeterred by Amundsen's terminal experience we are to attempt an approach by air. Above you see me testing out a possible conveyance with the newest recruit to our crew, Sgt Pilot Ferdinand Desai. He claims to be an experienced flier, though to my admittedly inexperienced eye his wings appear somewhat stubby.
Although this craft has the appropriate whirly things at the front and waggly things at the back I am undecided upon the exterior finish. White would be a good colour when evading the attentions of polar bears, however something more contrasty against the snow could be preferable if the sandwiches run out and we are awaiting rescue.
No matter, let us not be too pessimistic at such an early stage. Phoebles is amassing woollies off all kinds - sea-boot stockings, cardigans and mittens incase the weather turns nippy, the sledge is greased and the freezer jam packed with Coleyfish. What can go wrong?
Margaret Topley suggested, "Would it not be better to approach by sea? There is more room in a boat for extra sandwiches- and if you run out of Coley you can catch some more."
ReplyDeleteDad says it can get very lumpy out there and we would need a lot of Ferdy's ginger biscuits.
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