FOUR MEN AND A VERY HIGH MOUNTAIN

We came

We saw

We got very wet.

The day dawned and we were awake to see it. Wiping the sleep from our eyes,we loaded up our transport and set out for our goal. Accompanied by Colins motivaional Ivor Cutler CD and Matts continual chorus of "are we there yet", the miles soon passed beneath our tyres.

On arrival the weather decided it was time to assert its authority and we were greeted by rain and wind and as we donned our gear we wondered at the sanity of our decision. Brian took some persuading that this was actually the norm for a British summer. After sychronising our watches and checking Ricks Zimmer frame, the trek began as did more rain. Up up into the clouds and wind we climbed, questioning our sanity with each step and then we left the car park and headed up the mountain. Long and hard was the trek but the four intrepid adventurers kept up the pace only stopping to refuel on mint cake and to tie Matts boot laces for him.. Upwards into the teeth of the howling gale the four continued, not to be beaten, they fed on their last vestiges of strength (well Brians M&Ms actually) and finally the end was in sight well about 6 feet away because that was as far as you could see. Brian with the hopes of the nation behind him unfurled his flag and his 3 proud companions shared his delight until they realised they had to walk back down.