It is almost exactly two months until the Annual Dinner in Llandudno. If you have not already secured the hottest tick in town, now is the time to do it. You never know we might introduce surge pricing if demand gets too much to handle.
To further encourage you I have even written you a poem (with the help of AI)
Booking form is here, but if this too complicated / does not work you can just email me at markjenneson@gmail.com
The wind whips cold, the seagulls cry,
November’s chill hangs in the sky.
Llandudno’s charm, a coastal grace,
The Rucksack Club, a gathering place.
From craggy peaks, and icy slopes,
We gather here, to share our hopes,
Of climbs to come, and tales untold,
Of friendships forged, in stories bold.
The table groans, with feast and cheer,
The laughter rings, dispelling fear.
Of icy winds and frozen ground,
A warmth we find, in friends around.
The stories flow, of daring feats,
Of epic climbs, and daring meets,
With nature’s wrath, and mountain’s might,
We celebrate, the conquering fight.
From Snowdon’s heights, to Scafell’s crest,
We share the joy, of being blessed,
With such a club, so strong and true,
The Rucksack Club, our hearts anew.
The night wears on, the candles dim,
We raise our glasses, in the end,
To friendships forged, that will transcend.
The dawn will break, on Llandudno’s shore,
But in our hearts, the spirit will soar.
The Rucksack Club, a bond so strong,
We’ll meet again, where we belong.