Originally Posted by
Herakles
I see mountains all around,
Lakeland beauty surrounds me,
Within a moment i hit the ground,
Where am i ? How can this be ?.
Stomach churning, Head turning,
Marshalls come to my aid,
To reach the finish was my yearning,
Well there goes my plan best laid.
Coming round i thank them all,
Strangely i've enjoyed myself,
There's always next year to stand tall,
When i shall be in better health.
It was a joy to meet the forumites,
And put their names to faces,
We'll have fun on the poetry nights,
Round the campfire drinking whisky chasers.
By Herakles.