An account of HMIII
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Articles 1 to 10 (of 10) listed below
- Logistical Nightmare
- What an absolute piggin' nightmare it was, trying to get to this event in the first place.
- The Start of it all
- Well, the months of training are now over and the real test is about to begin.
- Sunday is a day of rest - right? Wrong!
- Up at the crack of dawn it was, not even the Lark was up yet.
- Bah-da Monday Monday
- It was far to early in the morning to even get the watch in focus, all I know is it was daylight and the birds were ...
- The ‘Key of the Door'
- The early morning dawn chorus was again conspicuous by its absence, it would appear the usual culprits had too much respect ...
- Homeward bound (we know a song about that don't we?)
- As the trodden frogs fought their way out of the small window in our bunk it was ...
- What do you mean, we can't take the bus?
- This was the day we had all been looking forward to the most. The PB's anxiety was ...
- Lost in the hills
- None of us could quite believe that today was the penultimate day of HMIII but, today it is, as we all rise yet attack at an ...
- The Homecoming
- After spending seven days on the road and, the corresponding early starts, I was expecting a bit of a lie in this morning - ...
- My fellow Marchers
- After the match it was back to the B&B (we walked back as we couldn't be bothered to wait for a cab – and Doz lost her scarf ...
