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Two Hundred and Fifty Degrees



Playing alongside his team mate Drew in a pre-season friendly,

Dennis was rendered decrepit. The injury meant he spent too much

time in a hospital bed and he was miserable. Drew was concerned for

his friend and decided a holiday was in order

A few weeks later, on a long unusually hot August weekend, they

joined a group of tourists travelling through North Wales on a

pre-booked tour bus. The driver made scheduled stops at a slate mine

with an unpronounceable name and a colourless village with a scenic

waterfall, where there was a queue of the toilets. After a lay-by lunch

of egg sandwiches, dry currant cake and warm beer, they journeyed

up Snowdon. Despite sensible boots and rugged

determination,

clambering up the steep path was a challenge for even the fittest

amongst them and given his incapacitation, the idea that Dennis could

make: it to the top was optimistic. They wasted no time starting the

climb, but the combination of oppressive heat and fragile ankles made

progress arduous. Within no time, word came that someone was

missing. A search party was hastily arranged. Drew and Dennis joined

the others, who were all similarly dressed in

walking gear they spent

hours looking for the missing man in their unflattering sun hats and

pointless waterproof jackets.

After several hours it became apparent that Dennis hadn’t

recognised the given description of himself, and the hunt was called

off. It was clear to everyone, Dennis was searching for himself.

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