As many of you may remember I, along with a few friends from work, have a habit of volunteering for various charity events, not least of which is the annual Rotary Club Startrek night hike, in which we have taken part for the past four years.
This year we had an initially triumphant, but ultimately farcical night under the stars of Woolacombe which you can read about here, and today I had the opportunity to go along to the presentation ceremony to see just how badly we fared in the final rankings.
Elaine and I arrived just in time for the ceremony (my fault, I’d been watching the end of the thrilling British Formula One Grand Prix) and found there was a good turnout of walkers, organisers, and charity representatives in attendance.
After the outgoing three year veteran Startrek organiser had given his address the prize-giving got underway.
Winners of the actual trek itself (determined by a combination of speed and points from clues) were “Time Team”, multiple winners of the event who have been participants since the very start in 1992.
Time Team – Worthy winners.
They also scooped the category of highest fundraisers for the umpteenth time, having raised over £4,000 this year alone and over £50,000 since they started competing.
Over £35,000 was raised overall, with the main beneficiaries being North Devon Chemotherapy appeal, and both North Devon Hospic and Children’s Hospice South West, all of whom received cheques for £8,000.
The three main charities collecting their cheques.
Other deserving organisations that benefited from this brilliant event…
…and their grateful representatives.
The winners gallery, and a call to walkers for next year’s already-finalised course…
…and I finally find out our finishing position, oh dear…
Joint 48th out of 59.
Hmm, it could have been worse I suppose (by 11 anyway) but like we always say, the real winner is charity.
That route in full (our detour not shown)
That all-important team photo – (note the satisfied expressions of those who have yet to receive the bad news)
And of course there’s always next year…