19/10/2024
Ah this just came up in my Facebook memories!
Back from a fabulously sunny holiday walking the SWCP from Portscatho to Polperro. To keep my mind off the hills, I came up with this little ditty inspired by Spanish Ladies - it's not Shakespeare but I hope it raises a smile...
Farewell and adieu to you, St Austell
Farewell and adieu to you, Francesca and Mark
For we have received orders to ramble to Polperro
But we hope, very soon, to see you again
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true Wild Ramblers
We'll rant and we'll roar, along the coast path
With smiles, despite searing pain from our thighs
From 'Scatho to 'Perro 'tis 45 miles
We hove our feet to, with the wind at the sou'west
We hove our feet to, and the sun it shone bright
Up hill and down dale, we toiled in the sunshine
Still Jelly Babies and Minstrels made us feel alright
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true Wild Ramblers
We'll rant and we'll roar, along the coast path
With smiles, despite searing pain from our thighs
From 'Scatho to 'Perro 'tis 45 miles
Well the first town we sighted, we knew it as Portloe
Next Gorran, Mevagissey, Charlestown, Par and Fowey,
We trekked along beaches, by beacons and tearooms
Until we reached Polperro, with hearts full of joy
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true Wild Ramblers
We'll rant and we'll roar, along the coast path
With smiles, despite searing pain from our thighs
From 'Scatho to 'Perro 'tis 45 miles
When the signal was made that we’d found Polperro
We rushed to the taxi to transport us home
Get the sauna on standby, and the wine flowing
With the miles behind us, no more need to roam
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true Wild Ramblers
We'll rant and we'll roar, along the coast path
With smiles, despite searing pain from our thighs
From 'Scatho to 'Perro 'tis 45 miles
Now let every girl drink off her full bumper
And let every girl drink off her full glass
We'll drink and be jolly and ignore our blisters
And toast to the health of each Wild Rambling lass
We'll rant and we'll roar, like true Wild Ramblers
We'll rant and we'll roar, along the coast path
With smiles, despite searing pain from our thighs
From 'Scatho to 'Perro 'tis 45 miles.