What-ho, chaps! This time next week I'll be winging my way by fast zeppelin* to Old Blighty to take in some sights, to attend a wedding, and to hit the wilds of Cambridgeshire to relieve the locals of a pesky Panther of some sort. I thought I might also pop on up to Loch Ness to find that monster and to try my hand at some... photography. Yes. With trusty Saboteur 66... camera.
As you can see, I am well prepared. I'll have to leave my trusty snark-hounds behind, dammit. Quarantine restrictions and all that nonsense.
Explorer and naturalist Dennis Fetherstonhaugh-Cholmondeley-Smythe poses with his faithful snark-hounds Polly and Jacquie, as he prepares to venture forth into the wilds