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I’ve heard it whispered on the Skandavine that prospective
newlyweds would be wise to book their big day on the weekend
of the sponsored walk, as the event is always blessed with
great weather. Lets hope no one listened this year eh!
On a maudlin Monday morning, the 100 or so friends of Skanda
Vale Hospice were welcomed at the car park with cups of tea,
hobnobs, and Brother Simon’s all new streamlined and
patented electronic registration process. A cursory glance
at the blackening heavens, a short burst of squealing
feedback from Sister Carol’s megaphone and we were off. |
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It wasn’t until we’d reached the open cliff tops of the
Pembroke coast that we realised what we’d let ourselves in
for. A full-blooded maelstrom of wet ‘n’ wild welsh weather
whipped up to greet us. Within a few minutes, those of us
not wearing all-in-one rubber farm suits were soaked to the
skeleton.
Never mind, I told myself. I had the rugged vista of the
military firing range to vibe on, plus some exhilarating
examples of contemporary industrial design in the form of a
cattle grid and radio mast to lift my soggy spirits.
Ah well, enough of the weather. The walk itself weren’t that
bad: there were some cliffs, some trees and some birds, for
those who like nature and stuff. Two days after the event,
from the comfort of my Skanda Vale shed, I’d even go so far
as to say that those seaside clouds had silver linings.
Whether it was the partial group hug around the gas heater,
the awesome 10-dish curry feast, or spending time in the
very best company for a day, who knows; but everyone seemed
to radiate that special Skanda Vale glow. I must be a
glutton for punishment (or curry), because I’ll definitely
be back for more next year.
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going to
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