|Posted by TimR on February 9, 2016 at 5:05 AM|
And so it was with frivolity and good cheer
That the EGLST travelled to Windermere
To take part in the annual “Chillswim”
Despite the weather being predictably grim
On boarding the train, the boozing commenced
Leaving one passenger particularly incensed
Who despite her calling as a Buddhist monk
Took umbrage at the cans of carling being sunk!
Undeterred, the group remained in fine voice
Consuming champers and wotsits – the connoisseur’s choice!
Until dinner in the hotel where the guests remained
With Divemaster holding court, keeping all entertained!
And just as the food was beginning to settle
The ladies were asked to show their mettle
And forget about retiring for a much needed kip
To unite instead for a skinny dip!
Saturday breakfast was quite a sight
Leading to the poor waitresses taking flight
From middle aged men as they formed orderly queues
To emblazon their person with Darren’s tattoos!
Race day itself saw our swimmers at their best
Cleaning up in every conceivable test
Whether in the 60, 120 or relay event
As announced on the loudspeaker in the makeshift tent
Celebrations continued long into the night
And who could forget the most beautiful sight
Of the Gundles’ rendition of a timeless song
Sung with gusto by the merry and increasingly pi*sed throng!
And so to Sunday, a walk and pub lunch
Enjoyed by the tired but happy bunch
Before boarding the bus after one final dip
Ahead of the last part of this fantastic trip.
But all was not well as suddenly, a disaster
Tim’s wife, Estelle, boarded the wrong train to Lancaster!
Leaving her husband alone and in dismay
Until their romantic reunion later, in carriage A!
The journey to London was a bit of a disgrace
With passengers scrambling to try and find space
Until “Enough!” exclaimed Piers as he disembarked the train
Never to be seen north of the Watford Gap again!