Well, after dragging myself out of bed at an ungodly hour for a Saturday, I have said my goodbyes to Ross. The boys didn't manage to surface - but then I don't think the magnitude of 2 weeks without him has actually sunk in for any of us yet. I have reminded both Ross and Graham that there are shops in the Lake District and that they do speak the same language, so if they have forgotton anything in their 50+ kgs of luggage, they can purchase it en route. I actually think they will be jettisoning items before the end of day 1! Men have survived for longer on only water and digestive biscuits.
So Ross and Graham, I can think of no words of my own which are more appropriate than this traditional Irish blessing, to send you on your way:
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.
May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
Sarah xx
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