With a name like Robert Falcon Scott it’s little wonder that the man decided to be an explorer. It’s quite a hard name and when you are born at the fag end of the British empire you feel he thought that he had to do something extra special with a name like that. He was probably the kind of man who said, “Come on chaps, just a few more miles and we’ll have this frostbite beaten!” to which the others probably sighed and went, “what a guy…”. So, sat in their tent on the Ross Ice shelf, freezing as they were it might have been the time for Scott to turn to Cheltenham man Edward Wilson and ask him “do you know any good Boiler Installation Gloucester or Cheltenham chaps who could sort us out with bit of warmth Ed?” “No ‘fraid not old man. Where’s Captain Oates off too?” If they had been able to get the internet, then a quick visit to might have helped. [Read more…] about Scott Of The Antarctic