I am prone to the occasional crazy daft idea for adventures. Here is one I have been thinking about for a while and spoken to a few folk about but this is the first time I’ve committed to the screen…
It comes from my interest in overland expeditions and finding new ways to do things, something disabled people excell at. It also comes from my interest in geography, history, and Land Rovers.
Back in 1956, the first Land Rover overland expedition took place, with two teams of students from Oxford and from Cambridge driving from London to Singapore. This was serious exploration as well as demonstrating the incredible capabilities of these amazing vehicles.
More recently I am sure we have all been inspired by the team of injured service personnel who went from ‘front line to start line’ to compete in the Dakar rally. Brilliant achievement though I confess to feeling a tiny hint of frustration that the injured personnel weren’t driving.
So, here’s my idea. In 2016, after the last Land Rover Defender rolls off the production line, to mark the 60th anniversary of that first overland expedition, lets repeat it. Lets put a team together, entirely of disabled people, and take a couple of Land Rovers from London to Singapore. And lets put a new route through to do it. The first team went through the Middle East (probably not advisable now), so let’s find a new way through Russia and China.
Lets show what disabled people can do independantly together with the right backing and the right vehicle. With a Land Rover.
For mountaineering enthusiasts, there’s no thrill quite like a challenging trek or exhilarating climb. Getting out into nature to conquer high peaks and explore trails thousands of feet above ground is simply unlike any other experience.
At the same time, however, an adventurous mountain trek isn’t always readily available, and there are plenty of thrill-seekers out there with travel and time restrictions that lead them to find their adrenaline rushes elsewhere. So, just for fun, here are our picks for 10 diverse and incredible ways to get that much-needed adrenaline rush.
1. Bungee Jumping
This is the ultimate adrenaline rush that seems to be on everybody’s bucket list. Bungee jumping offers a crazy jolt unlike any other activity, and there are locations for it all over the world.
2. Sky Diving
Bungee can never be mentioned without sky diving right alongside it, even though the two activities are really vastly different. Still, if you’re thrill seeker this is just about a mandatory activity.
3. Ride A Motorcycle
If you’re more about a thrill around town, a motorcycle test drive is a great option. You’ll have to be careful of course, but even a slow(ish) ride for the first time can feel like quite a thrill.
4. Book A Random Trip
Have you ever thought of just booking a trip with your eyes closed? Or heading to Kayak and simply choosing the cheapest international flight? Spontaneous travel, for many, is the ultimate thrill.
It doesn’t have the risk or thrill factor of some other activities, but if you’re looking for something more casual, a ziplining or high ropes course can be a great deal of fun.
6. Drive A Race Car
This isn’t always an option, but at some tracks you can pay for the chance to drive on a real race track. For example, at some U.S. tracks you can book “The Nascar Experience” and do a few laps at incredibly high speeds.
7. Try Ambitious Cycling
Cycling around town or on a familiar route is great for everyday exercise, but a lot of people get a real rush out of trying an ambitious trail. It might be a particularly lengthy route, one that takes you into another state or country, or even one that winds through high mountain passages. Just make sure you have the necessary equipment. MySmartBuy, an online retailer for various electronics, has a few bicycle safety lights and items you might be able to make great use of. Equip your bike with a few such items, strap on your helmet, and you can be on your way!
8. Try Kite-Boarding
This is a gradual activity, as it requires patience, coaching, and equipment. But there aren’t many beach hobbies as thrilling as kite-boarding, given the potential to catch upwards of 40 feet of air!
9. Whitewater Rafting
For a nature activity that doesn’t involve height or sky activity, rapids offer an incredible thrill and physical challenge. There are great rivers all over the world for this awesome activity.
10. Take A Dive
Scuba still offers the biggest thrill to a lot of adventurers and beach lovers, and indeed in the right location – alongside sharks, at a major reef or wreck, etc. – it’s good for a great rush.
Last night I heard the sad news of the loss of the true icon of Paralympic sport, Chris Hallam MBE, and felt compelled to share some thoughts and memories.
Hindsight is ofted 20 20, and for me this is particularly true with Chris. I have to admit he was to me something of an intimidating figure as I prepared for the 1992 and 1996 Paralympic Games, and not just because of his performances, which were seriously impressive.
Here was a man who, with equipment vastly inferior to todays wheelchair athletes, had twice won the London Marathon setting course records with each victory. He won medals at each of the three Paralympic Games he competed at, and represented his home nation of Wales in the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne back in 1994.
Another clear demonstration of the man and his sheer strength of will was in 1997 when he and another great athlete John Harris pushed their way through 600 miles around Wales to raise money for the first fully accessible sport centre in the country. As if that wasn’t enough, Chris was on dialysis at the time and had a kidney transplant a few years later.
But that wasn’t all. Chris brought with him an air of supreme self-confidence and many (myself included) mistook that, along with the shades, the perm, the highlights in the hair, the perfect tan and the leopard skin racing chair and matching racing suit, to be arrogance.
It was all the trappings of a man who had done his preparation, done the hour upon hour on the track, in the gym, in the pool, who had worked harder than any of his competitors and he knew it.
He brought that professionalism that was new to disability and paralympic sport, that total commitment to winning, and brought an abrasiveness the sport desperately needed and dragged countless athletes kicking and screaming into the cold light of day with him.
I believe it is because of Chris Hallam MBE and others like him that disability and Paralympic Sport is where it is now, and has the profile and most significantly for him, has the level of professionalism in the athletes and organisations it does today.
Chris had the highest expectations of himself and those around him, and woe be tide you if you failed to meet them. He left no stone unturned, left nothing to chance in his preparation and his attitude.
The first professional in Paralympic sport and every athlete competing now should recognise we stand on the shoulders of a giant.
I was very excited to have been invited to speak at The Challenge Network graduation event on the 12th January at the Barbican Centre, London. Check out the website for more information about the organisation and the great work they do with fantastic young people who really want to give back to their communities and make them better, nicer and more harmonious places to be. Brilliant.
Following my small contribution, they have been kind enough to send me this testimonial:
“I am very grateful that Dave Padgen came to speak at ‘The Challenge Network’ graduation ceremony at the Barbican, London.
Dave Padgen is an inspirational speaker with a truly great story that everyone should hear!
He uses humour within a heart warming speech to connect and engage his listeners. He proves that with sheer determination and a positive mind set YOU can accomplish your dreams and that if you really want something, you should let nothing stand in your way!
His photos and video presentation left a lump in many peoples throats and there were a few tears.
Dave, I am so thankful to have met someone like you. You should be so proud at the great things that you have accomplished and how you are trail blazing the way for others!
I have been inundated with feedback saying this was the best graduation that people had been too and that you are truly amazing! .
I would highly recommend Dave to speak to all audiences.
Caroline Mumford Programme Manager The Challenge Network”
I’d like to thank The Challenge Network for giving me the chance to meet such great young people and learn a bit more about the fantastic work they all do.
It’s been an interesting month or so on Planet Dave, and as I write this I’m really not sure where my (literary) ramblings are going to take me. Not all those who wander are lost though, so go with it…
Lets start on August 11th, a week before departure to Mt Elbrus. A very exciting day for me, as not only did I finally get my hands on a car I’d been hankering after for years, it was also 2 years to the day since I had bought my Landrover Freelander. Coincidence? Maybe, but a particularly curious one as the new car is another Landrover, but this one is a Defender 90. Called Kermit. It has taken a year of looking fairly seriously to find Kermit, due to my needing an automatic and knowing that Hens teeth are easier to find, this was something of a challenge especially working within the parameters of my budget… But there it is, with an engine and gearbox from a Discovery, sleeping in my garage at night. Bless. Sounds fantastic too, in the agricultural way only a defender does.
I have been trying to get to grips with why I have this fascination and obsession with Landrover Defenders. They are, to steal a phrase from Tom Ford from 5th Gear, “what 4×4’s should be, absolutely fit for purpose”. I think they chime with my philosophy, with my ‘Whatever it takes’ mantra. People who don’t know me will make a judgement on me when they see me walking down the street. I get that. It’s fine, human nature. When they see me climb into, or out of, my defender, having made that judgement, the eyebrows are raised as the brain searches desperately for a logical explanation. Call me sadist but I like it when I make people confused.
But its more than that too. I know I cannot have done the things I have done without people and equipment to help me. The defender is an extension of that. It points to the opportunities to go places, see things, inspire and help do things that wouldn’t be possible without the people and equipment to enable it all, and also challenges the ideas people have about me when they pass me in the street or in the pickles and sauces aisle in Tesco. That, I think, is why I love the Landrover Defender. Still not convinced? Watch this:
A week after collecting Kermit, my friend Nigel Vardy and I were on our way to Russia and the Caucasus mountains to climb Mt Elbrus. I won’t go into detail here but my report can be read here. Suffice to say it was a trip of mixed fortunes but I am emmensely proud of what we were able to achieve and the learning from it.
However, Nigel and I were brought crashing back to earth on the return journey. Our flight from Mineralnye Vody to Moscow was delayed by 4 hours which meant that our connecting flight home left as we stepped off the aircraft. The next flight was not until the following morning, so eventually S7 airlines (whose flight was delayed) gave us a meal voucher for the equivilant of about £5 each. Has anyone been able to get a half decent meal for £5 in an airport lately…? No, nor me…
Then, after 3 hours in the airport, at about 10pm we were taken to the S7 ‘hotel’. Our room was about 8ft x 5ft, with two beds, a wardrobe and sink. Oh yeah, and us two tired adult men with our kitbags having come off the mountain the previous day. And the worst thing of all… no hotel bar. Still, we would have to be up in 3 hours to go back to the airport to check in for our new connecting flight…
When we got there we had a new problem. This was the day after the original connecting flight so we were told we couldn’t have boarding passes because our visa’s had expired. Off we were taken to a kiosk, filled out a form, parted with 1500 rubles (about £30) and we were now finally able to take our boarding passes. That all took about an hour and a half, so by the time we got through security to the duty free area, the flight was being called and we had not even enough time for a quick ‘farewell Russia’ coffee. Just as well really as we were almost out of cash.
Mercifully, the British Airways flight to Heathrow T5 passed off smoothly and comfortably. Nigel had remained a picture of remarkable calm persistance through the whole experience despite our growing frustration and tiredness, and it had been an education to watch a seasoned traveller work. More remarkable still was our arrival and passage through T5. We were ushered down an quick channel at passport control and so by-passed the queues, our bags were already circulating in the baggage reclaim hall, and then straight out into the arrivals hall greeted by the excited and beaming face of Gaynor, my partner. Welcome home!!
Nigel had to head straight home for an appointment to have his feet checked over, and Gaynor and I stayed in London for a few days. I’d landed on the day of the opening ceremony for the greatest show on earth, The Paralympic Games. As a former Paralympian, I never thought I’d see a games on this scale, with this level of support and this level of enthusiasm for paralympic sport. It was immense. We went to Trafalgar Square for the opening ceremony (great atmosphere) and then had tickets and park passes for the friday and saturday. Wow! Well done LOCOG, Channel 4 (Last Leg was a brilliant idea, classic Channel 4 at it’s finest), London as a city, athletes and of course those simply sensational volunteers who made it all work. I have sat through some boring closing ceremony speeches at major events, but thought the speeches by Lord Coe and Sir Philip Craven were the best I’ve ever heard. If you haven’t seen them, watch this:
Returning home to normal life could present a hefty anti-climax after such a tumoltuous couple of weeks, but I was glad to get home, to my own bed, and of course the dog (Pike) who I’d missed almost as much as Gaynor. I think after being re-united with him it took him about 3 days to calm down…
The final peice of news to convey is that Pike now has a new playmate… As of just over a week ago, we have a 3 year old female Springer Spaniel we’ve named Islay. We got her from Babbington Rescue Centre where she was brought as a stray, and we are all thoroughly delighted to be able to offer her a new home. She’s settled in very well, and in that typical Springer way, is permanently happy and thrilled with everything, especially when it comes with a sausage…
I had a great long day walking with my old school friend Gary Brown on saturday. He’s currenty training for an assult on the Coast to Coast walk in August to raise much needed funds for a charity he has a direct and personal relationship with, the Miscarrage Association. I always find it enormously impressive when the most quiet, the most unassuming, the most gentle of people go way beyond what would be reasonable for a cause they are personnally connected to and often by the most difficult of circumstances. Gary’s website, where you can find out more and sponsor him, is http://www.garyscoast2coast.blogspot.co.uk/
As part of his training, and part of mine for Elbrus, we agreed to spend a weekend in the Peak District as a dry run / practice for his big walk. This would let him test things like camping with his Dad (who will be supporting him throughout), cooking and eating, kit and the ‘expedition’ routine. It would also help assess fitness through a two day ‘yomp’ on a route from Bakewell in the White Peak to Hope in the Dark Peak. The route was published at http://www.livefortheoutdoors.com/upload/545840/attachments/White%20to%20dark%20route.pdf as a 3-day trip, while we were aiming to cram it into 2 longer days.
In order to give us an early start on day one, we headed into the Peak on friday evening to our campsite just outside Bakewell. Greenhills Holiday Park is a very nice site with great facilities including a shop and pub, and the tent pegs slid into the ground easier than I can remember for a very long time. It was busy though. And noisey. I do love to see young people enjoying the challenge of outdoor and adventurous activity, but it seemed the site was overwhelmed by DofE groups with the inevitable result that we were late getting to sleep, followed by awaking at about 5.30am. Hey ho.
After breakfast, we were dropped off in the town and started our walk at about 7.45am. I confess to finding myself pondering about what a slightly incongruous pair we must have made, me with my 19 year old rucksack, 10 year old mountain boots and Yeti Gaiters, smaller in stature with a bit of a distinctive ‘gait’, alongside the more solidly constructed and be-shorted gary with smart new rucksack and new boots.
Across the meadow by the river we strode, then began the climb out of Bakewell before dropping down to the old railway line transformed into the Monsal Trail. We followed the trail stopping to be passed by friendly people on mountain bikes and chatting to the occasional dog walker, through the tunnel and across the viaduct.
Eventually, we would leave this trail at Cressbrook, dropping down to the river. The footbridge gives a perfect viewpoint of the small yet vibrant weir backed by an impressive amphitheatre of water and rock. Worth the early start just for that!
From here it would be a long climb along the road out of Cressbrook village and into Cressbrook dale, a climb nicely punctuated by a chat with a nice bloke with a collie and chocolate labrador. We’d see him again as we emerged from lunching in the pub at Foolow…
Heading through Cressbrook Dale we had our first downpoor of the day and a theme was set for the remainder of the walk. It would rain hard enough for long enough for us to stop and don our waterproof jackets, shortly after which it would stop raining and the temperature and humidity would rise enough to make us stop and remove the layer we’d just put on. Repeat every 30 mins…
In a slight deviation from the published route we continued up Cressbrook Dale rather than heading off up to Litton, eventually emerging from the dale at Wardlow Mires before continuing on past Stanley House (where there is a sign saying “Beware of the Bull”, but only as you exit the field… thanks…) and on to Foolow. The ‘Bull’ sign reminded me of a sign I say elsewhere that says ‘The farmer allows walkers to cross the field free, though the bull may charge’…
The path between Stanley House and Foolow is rather overgrown now, and I rapidly began to be thankful for my trousers and gaiters. The shorts-wearing Gary was somewhat less thankful for his choice of attire. Arriving into the village of Foolow we made haste and headed for the Bulls Head and a sandwich and welcome pint. Very nice it was too, in what we generally agreed was technically known in the trade as being ‘a nice pub’.
After lunch, we made the short next leg across the patchwork of fields and dropped down into the beautiful, if slightly infamous, village of Eyam where you can find a craft centre, museum and coach loads of tourists. We met up with Gary’s Dad there for a few minutes before cracking on and climbing out of Eyam towards Eyam Moor.
Within a couple of minutes of setting foot on the Moor itself the rain started in what would be the heaviest and most sustained shower of the day, easing off as we descended towards Stoke Ford. As we approached the ford, Gary then won the prize for first fall of the day, stacking it on the muddy path. Naturally, I didn’t want to be outdone and sure enough a couple of minutes later as we continued round towards Brook Wood, I too stacked it good and proper, landing hard on my hip and hand onto rock. I don’t have a great deal of natural ‘padding’ and I knew straight away that I had to keep moving before my hip ceased up. We were meeting Gary’s Dad at Highlow Hall, less than 2km away so we didn’t have far to go.
When he arrived, we had had a few moments for some peanuts and a coffee, and a chance to reflect on the day. We had covered about 14 miles, further than I’d walked in a day for a very long time, and we felt thoroughly pleased. We went back to the campsite, now populated by more young people on their DofE, relaxed and changed before going to Bakewell for dinner. My hip was now starting to become more painful and the following morning after a decent night’s sleep, was no better. I was very disappointed, but had to withdraw from the second day which would have taken us from Highlow Hall to Hathersage, out long Stanage Edge, then down to Ladybower Resevoir before culminating in the climb up Win Hill and down to the finish in Hope. Such a nice day too, but I could barely move. Gutted.
Gary was in good shape and he elected to take advantage of being in the Peak on a good day and continued along the route. Having that day on his own would stand him in good stead for his big walk in August. Good Luck Gary!
A couple of weeks ago I did a talk for a group of disabled adults embarking on a weekend of outdoor and adventurous activity through ‘Shared Lives’ in partnership with Aberdeenshire Council. Today I had this message from the organiser:
The Glenmore event began and finished at fever pitch. For us as last year, your talk just sets the whole event off with a bang and fires up the enthusiasm and the “I can do” spirit, which has to be said starts from your input. By Saturday evening people were high on their personal journeys and often in the conversations your name was mentioned.
One lady spoke of how if Dave can do this I can and committed herself to walking during the weekend without her sticks. And she did! I have booked Glenmore next year on the back of the success of this event which is the 14th June and if costs allow would love to hear your update as I feel there is a new adventure for you on the cards which we would love to be able to share.
My sincere thanks for your time, company and brilliant talk.
How great is that!!!
Also, in a massive explosion of my enormous inflated ego, I have made a showreel of sorts to try to help promote my speaking and lectures… If anyone’s particularly worried, the doors in my house are already widened, and I’m sure Pike the dog will soon cut me back down to size…
This weekend will probably see a peak in the number of teams and groups raising much needed funds for very deserving causes on the National 3 Peak Challenge. Having seen the weather forecast, I don’t envy anyone taking on this challenge over the weekend nearest to the summer solstace.
My advice to all this weekend is simple. Be careful, be competant, be respectful, and leave no trace. Challenge participants should consider the impact they have on the communities and environments they pass through, particularly in the Wasdale valley as they generally motor through villages and past farms at around 3am. Here is an exerpt from an article published by the BMC:
“Residents of the Wasdale valley regularly have their summer nights disturbed by large Challenge groups whose conduct Richard described as ‘totally antisocial’. Nor does the Challenge have any positive effect upon the local economy. Challenge groups do not stay in local hotels or even buy drinks in local pubs, since they arrive in Wasdale in the middle of the night and leave in a hurry in their minibuses the following morning. Nor can the tourist infrastructure at Wasdale Head cope with the influx. There certainly aren’t enough toilets, car parking space is at a premium, and Mountain Rescue vehicles have been all but forced into the ditch by minibuses hurtling down the narrow road in the dead of night. Yet road widening and the building of facilities are not what nature lovers come to see.”
You can read the full article at http://www.thebmc.co.uk/three-peaks-challenge and I would also strongly advise all challengers to watch this short film by the Wasdale Mountain Rescue Team – the unpaid volunteers who keep you safe and rescue you when you get lost or injured in the mountains.
Above all, I wish all challengers good luck and raise lots of money for your chosen charities. Enjoy the event and come back to the mountains at a more leisurely pace.
Finally, remember what Edward Whymper taught us…
“Climb if you will, but remember that courage and strength are nought without prudence, and that a momentary negligence may destroy the happiness of a lifetime. Do nothing in haste; look well to each step; and from the beginning think what may be the end.”
After a great Jubilee weekend spent in and around Wasdale Head in the Lake District, I wanted to share a few thoughts and reflections with you, dear reader.
The purpose of the trip was two-fold – firstly to get some training done for my forthcoming trip to Mt Elbrus, and then to give Pike the dog his first camping experience… The campsite at the Head has been taken on by the hotel, and has some nice new showers and toilets, with a really good area for washing pots with hot and cold water – a far cry from the tap on the side of the shop and much more pleasant experience but for me the campsite will always be known as ‘Jims Field’…
Typical of Wasdale, the weather was somewhat mixed. Saturday was baking hot, Sunday much cooler and windy. I thought saturday, with the glorious weather, would make Scafell Pike rather popular and decided to seek out a bit more peace. I had not climbed Pillar for a long time, so decided to head that way.
As Pike and I toiled our way up towards Black Sail Pass, I spotted the thinner track that would put us onto Looking Stead and took that. Now the route got a little steeper and a little looser, and my balance is not the best in that situation. Pike, off the lead would be fine, but connected to me with me slipping around, on steeper ground, he started to get a little nervous. When we reached Looking Stead, and looked up at the next looser steeper scrambly section, and I looked at Pike and thought it best not to push it. I had been with Pike heading up Devils Kitchen in Ogwen a couple of weeks before and he had been very anxious, so I guess I new what would probably happen. So we took a nice long slow amble back down to Black Sail Pass, into Mosedale and back to Wasdale Head, by which time it most certainly was Beer O’clock…
By about 5pm, the weather was changing. The temperature dropped, the wind picked up and the cloud came over. I thought that might dissuade some people from heading to Scafell Pike on Sunday as that’s where I decided to head. Pike and I rose and started to plod up Lingmell Gill the following day, meeting a number of 3-peakers on the way down. An early highlight was watching the full size luxury coach, doubtless carrying a payload of 3-peakers, gingerly inching its way over the Down in the Dale Bridge… with the traffic building behind…
Quick rant. One of the major reasons people love the Lake District, the mountains and the Wasdale valley in particular is it’s pristine beauty. While I know 3-peakers are not the soul culprits for the litter debris left around the Green and on the mountain, there seems to be a definite increase in litter when there are more 3-peakers around. Come on people, do better!! The 3-Peak Challenge raises a huge amount of money for some terrific charities deserving of the funds, but at what cost? Here’s a suggestion: All those major charities that benefit from the challenge, send just one person each to each mountain after the challenge ‘season’ and participate in a mass collective clean up. Put something back in by taking the rubbish out.
Pike and I reached Lingmell col and the wind was whipping over. People coming off the summit were reporting the wind was gusting a bit and making it difficult to stand. So we went to Lingmell instead, sat on the top for a coffee and took a couple of snaps, and headed back down.
That evening I had a thoroughly enjoyable evening doing silly quizzes and talking about mountains with Richard Crabtree and Alison. Their great blog talks about their day on the Needle Ridge on Great Gable the following day, well worth a read – http://www.campclimbcrag.co.uk/
Following information in an earlier post about a oxygen regulator explosion, my friend Ted Atkins has shared this information about another, and more serious incident.
Ted writes: “Mingma Sherpa of Seven Summits earlier emailed the attached photos. While attaching a Summit regulator to a Poisk cylinder for the first time the regulator exploded.
Flames erupted and he ended up burnt. He persisted and disconnected the regulator and made the situation safe. He then asked to come and see me with the regulator. The metal case is burnt through in two points. This is different and potentially more serious that the previous accident as this was an ignition.
I quizzed Mingma extensively if it was at all possible that either item had come into contact with oil, grease or paraffin. He is adamant this could not be so. We have to trust his judgement, he is very experienced in this field.
I took advice from a Ph.D. engineering consultant who had this to say –
“I’m sure a specialist could get to the bottom of this but it might be expensive. If accidents like this happened in the UK the operation would be shut down, and the failed parts taken for analysis into the root cause. This might lead to batches being recalled if manufacturing or bottle-filling error was suspected. This has happened with medical O2 regulators in the rare cases they have failed”.
I have passed what I know to Summit Oxygen and await a response. Meanwhile please be careful. Mingma was not wearing gloves or any other safety equipment. This would have saved or reduced the burns to his hands. It could be said that he has been lucky! Until Summit get back with a definitive response please use use your best judgement. I will keep you informed of any new developments as I have them.
Please share this information. Thanks.
Further information from Ted:
“I have just had a long chat with Neil greenwood of Summit Oxygen. He informs me that there was a similar incident last year which he feels was due to a seal. This only effects an older type of Summit regulator and there should only be a small number in circulation. Neil has asked me to help to remove these from circulation. I suspect that most equipment will now be at BC or en-route.
I am happy to help to resolve any issues and advise when I get there. Summit have promised to replace these regs with new ones being shipped out from UK end of April. Asian Trekking will get them to me and I will take care of any exchange required.
I hope this eases discomfort about this situation. Please contact me if you have doubts or would like advice. Meanwhile please take the extra precautions we advised: fit cylinder to reg with the gauge down, wear goggles, wear gloves.
Ted Ted Atkins
Topout Oxygeneering Ltd
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Companies House 5401945
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