With a blatant disregard for common sense, for the awful noise my knees make going up the stairs, and for reaching 60 this year, my lovely wife's suggestion that we should "go to the Forget Me Not fundraising evening and see what happens" has inexplicably turned into a 5-day high-altitude trek to Machu Picchu, walking the Inca trail, and sleeping outdoors with no running water. How did that happen?! I'm completely terrified and sorely lacking in training so far, but it's for the most amazing cause, and it would be fabulous if you could spare a few pounds to support it. I'm raising money for Forget Me Not Children's Hospice, where my (obviously very persuasive) wife is a voluntary trustee. Forget Me Not support children with life-limiting conditions - and their families - to help them make the most of every moment together. Click the link above to find out more about the incredible work they do. Thank you!