Robinson Crusoe in the novel didn’t chose to be an adventurer, but adventurer he was.
So here is my intrepid mountain climbing younger son setting off to conquer Mt Everest in 1972.
Or was that the day for trekking across Antarctica to the South Pole.
Whichever it was he thanked his sister, his mother and the vacuum cleaner for providing his equipment, their help and support, then set off watched over by the greatest mountain climber of them all.
More desert island stories and adventurers to be found through this week’s Sepia Saturday post.
Bound for Australia 