Lou - Leg 3
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Harry - Leg 4
(The Search for Tarmac)
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2am alarm set for Jill and Lou
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And so to Leg 4
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Plenty of time before Leg Two are due
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Time to put foot to the floor
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But just as we’re chilling with coffee in hand
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But hey what's this, no Tarmac
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The fast lads are texting they’re just about to land,
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I'm heading right back to my sac
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In a bit of a panic we jump in Stu’s car
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So Harry and Bally led a sickly Adnan
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Worried we’ll get there a bit below par
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He really shouldn't have but he ran and he ran
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The sport mode is on and the tunes set to blast
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Up, up, up, up, up
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We arrive at Dunmail Raise ever so fast,
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They weren't kidding when they said it was up
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Steel Fell is the first climb of fifteen
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Weather was good, little bit breezy
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Head torches on and not much to be seen
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As we climbed higher Adnan was wheezy
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Calf Crag, Sergeant Man, High Raise, Thunacar Knott
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Up over Yewbarrow we slipped into the mist
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Now dawn is breaking we see such a lot,
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One down but 8 more on the list
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We tick off the Stickles and hit Rossett Pike
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Red Pike next, back in the mist
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And here we do find it a bit of a hike
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Adnan directing, we got the gist
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The wind’s blowing hard, we can’t stand up straight
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Over the wall and onto Steeple
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Jill loses her Hula Hoops to the sheep that await,
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Harry falling twice but not in front of people
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Onto the big beast that is Bowfell
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Onwards to Pillar and over Kirk Fell
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Adnan confirms that we’re still going well
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Picking up the pace, we were going well
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The terrain gets so tricky to Esk Pike and Great End
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The wind getting stronger, gusty in places
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And that blasted wind we’re still struggling to fend,
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Time to pause and check on our laces
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Over to Ill Crag we fight through the gale
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The climb up Great Gable was hairy and scary
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Stumbling and battling, Broad Crag we don’t fail
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Seeing Adnan face down had me calling for Mary
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We can’t see a thing in the mist and the clag
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Wind so strong now we were crawling along
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England’s highest, Scafell Pike is next in the bag,
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All being well though this shouldn't take long
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Scrambling up Lord’s Rake is just the most fun
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Gables conquered it was onto Brandreth
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A steep narrow gully far too scary for some
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Moving quick enough to be out of breath
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Rocks flying down we must take a bit care
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Then to Grey Knotts but picked the wrong cairn
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Not to let ourselves go flying down this precarious stair
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Leaping on the right one like it was a runaway bairn
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On reaching the top only one left to do
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Then down to Honister, the end in sight
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Sca Fell is looming and then we are through
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Careering through the bog, can I catch Adnan?
I just might
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Down off the summit we slide over the shale
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Big cheers at the finish, back slaps all round
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Then it’s a short run back over river and dale
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Oh and there's that darn Tarmac, nice to be found
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We reach Wasdale carpark very pleased to be done
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But wishing it wasn’t over, we had so much fun
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The tracker is handed to Rachel and Harry
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Onto Leg Four the baton they must carry.
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