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"O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains!" (Othello)
Shakespeare's pithy little maxim on the hazards of alcohol pinged around my dull, aching head, recently emptied by purloining pints. This following a great evening at a 'tidy' Italian restaurant tucked away among the winding farm-tracks between Abersoch and Nefyn the night before. Then it trudged slowly back into my memory how I had promised Rod Pearson, (For whose sixtieth this party was in honour) between potations, pottle-deep, back at his house how I would tramp across the Pyrenees to raise money for the Children's Adventure Trust Farm over in Lymm, Cheshire. A fantastic place where unfortunate youngsters find sanctuary from there personal misfortunes.
Shakespeare's pithy little maxim on the hazards of alcohol pinged around my dull, aching head, recently emptied by purloining pints. This following a great evening at a 'tidy' Italian restaurant tucked away among the winding farm-tracks between Abersoch and Nefyn the night before. Then it trudged slowly back into my memory how I had promised Rod Pearson, (For whose sixtieth this party was in honour) between potations, pottle-deep, back at his house how I would tramp across the Pyrenees to raise money for the Children's Adventure Trust Farm over in Lymm, Cheshire. A fantastic place where unfortunate youngsters find sanctuary from there personal misfortunes.
The year quickly disappearing through a familiarly damp summer I decided to 'just do it' and booked flights to two airports (Perpignon and Lourdes) the 'plan': to walk along the Grande Randonnees between them taking in 4 good sized peaks along the way.
Training has been an hour on a treadmill at a local gym every day and plenty of swimming for stamina.
Training has been an hour on a treadmill at a local gym every day and plenty of swimming for stamina.
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