In the meantime, we share with you here a poem written by one of the group as they flew back to Heathrow:
Safely back at Heathrow, here at Terminal Four,
It’s where we began our trek, and lots lots more,
We bonded together, as one great big group,
Even looking forward to our teatime bowl of soup,
Little steps we took, all the way up those hills,
And depleted Brian’s supplies of most of his pills,
Avoided the Yaks, and got covered in dust,
We were all very determined, Shit or Bust!
So this little poem is from the Cornish lot,
To our guides Kate, Ian and Brian, it has really meant a lot,
We can't thank you enough for all you have done,
And hope you remember us, when we have all gone home.