You know Rosie. She’s just coming to the end of a round-the-world run. She finally set foot on British soil again on the 18th of this month, in Scrabster in Scotland.

In a few weeks’ time we’re all trooping over to the other side of the fells to welcome her home and cheer her on her way to Tenby as she passes through Cumbria.

We’ve known Rosie for years. She’s been a friend and supporter of the Centre for as long as it’s been in existence and once – when we were still in our converted barn on the Birkby Road – lead our 10 mile sponsored walk. Only in her case of course, it was less of a walk and more of a gallop. She set off at a cracking pace, nearly killing the poor misguided bloke who tried to keep up with her (terrible thing, male pride – gives you coronaries …), finished the 10 miles almost before the stragglers were leaving, then ran back around the other way, shouting encouragement to people.

If I’d been labouring up over Muncaster Fell, I’d have been anything but encouraged …

Later, she gave an illustrated talk at Outward Bound Eskdale for us. We pitched one of her old tents on the polished oak floor of their august entrance hall … and they’ve never invited us back.

Can’t imagine why.

Anyway, in due course, Rosie will be doing another fundraiser for us, but first, she has to get home to Tenby, and write The Book …