Thank you so much to Southern Belle Sheila, for submitting this great poem of our weekend.
To celebrate our sixteenth year
Hatters met with warmth and cheer,
To Derbyshire we wound our way
From far flung chapters to the YHA.
Arrival cake, our bunks to make,
Vixens and Millies, Crackers and Tarts,
Greeting and meeting with all our hearts,
Slingbacks and Rutters,
All jolly Hatters,
Laughing, hot tubbing, discussing what
Really Matters ( ie where did you get that fab hat?)
Queen Tess, a chef beyond compare,
Provided an array of sumptuous fare,
The castle cake with turrets tall
Voraciously devoured by all.
The friendship and company made us glad,
And a bonus, cyclists, Lycra clad!
Hatters eschewed the local pubs
And languished marinating in hot tubs.
We sang along with Audrey and Rex
Then bed, perhaps dreams of cyclists’ pecks?
(You know who you are!)
The wind was raging up Mam Tor,
We were a flash of purple from the valley floor.
The Bluejohn Mine went UP, but what the heck,
We were in awe of charming Beck
Who told the story of the gaping maw
With Veins of beauty threaded roof to floor.
Then Hatters, dressed in costumes fine,
Enjoyed a three course dinner, washed down with wine,
While we bearded the challenge of a fiendish quiz,
The number questions caused quite a tizz!
With all the challenges laughs were had
And some showed talent, not ‘arf bad.
The arm wrestling ladies showed strength and skill
And iron will, then in for the kill!
Archery arrows flew through the air,
Walkers, goats and lambs beware-
Arrows flying everywhere.
The weather, fine, surprised us all
For our fab weekend at Losehill Hall.
We all send THANKS to Tess our Queen,
For masterminding SWEET SIXTEEN!
Friday night supper in West Mews
Lunch at Treak Cliff Cavern.
Getting ready for the evening bash.