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Walking with the Wounded

By Stephen Pugh, also posted in News on

Team Adnams, Walking with the Wounded 29K Cumbrian Challenge Team Adnams - Andy Wood, Stephen Pugh, Cheryl Burgess and Lizzy Cantwell - took part in the Walking with the Wounded "Tougher" 29K Cumbrian Challenge in May to help raise funds for the re-education and re-training of our wounded servicemen and women. So far, the Adnams team have raised over £2,500 and you can help them raise more by making a donation on the Virgin Moneygiving website. Here's Stephen's lyrical account of their adventure: When Andy said “let’s try a walk” We thought that sounded fine We’ll see some lakes and wander hills And the sun will surely shine. We’ll raise some funds for a worthy cause For soldiers needing work We’ll get away from weekend chores And enjoy a worthwhile perk. A choice, he said, we had to make How far we want to stroll A mere twelve miles? We can’t have that Eighteen should be our goal Six thousand feet of height we’ll gain There’ll be some marvellous views We’ll hardly notice going up The walk will just enthuse. So who will join this little trip? And as others ducked down low Stephen, Cheryl and Lizzy too Found they were due to go So off we went to find the Lakes With a forecast sounding grim: A howling gale and cloud above Might threaten life and limb Soon after dawn we gathered there Close to Grassmere lake With flimsy map and compass too We tried to seem awake We’d dressed with what we thought we’d need Andy without a crease And most had purchased smart new kit Except for Stephen’s fleece To our relief we found about Some others in the fray We’d follow them, if quick enough And hope they knew the way It’s up Steel Fell, we’d all been told And down the other side But the wind’s at fifty miles an hour And there’s nowhere safe to hide Then Cheryl said she didn’t know They made hills quite like that The ups and downs were rather large Whilst Suffolk’s rather flat With puffs and pants we struggled up To view the windy top And with relief we’d missed the clouds So at least we’d see the drop Stephen thought that running down Would help with the descent Whilst Cheryl used her trouser seat With happily no rent But having reached the valley Climbing Fairfield lay in wait And Red Screes then awaited Our ever slowing gait As the dip to Ambleside approached A muddy swamp was met Leaving Andy wrapped round Cheryl In a graceful pirouette And Lizzy rashly trusted To Stephen’s choice of path An extra mile of retraced steps – Surely just a laugh…? We found the track to Grassmere Aptly called the Coffin Route And we stumbled on our way Feeling tired and rather mute But it’s over now and better And there’s lots of cause to cheer As all of us can wonder: Whose turn it is next year?  


Stephen Pugh