19/05/2026
When the Tour Turns to Memories
We polished off rosé as the sun dipped low,
Laughing at stories only tour lads know.
Bush jumping heroes with scratches to show.
Rugby by day, mischief by night,
Scrums in the sand, hearts full and light.
Cornish voices rolling across the bay,
Turning strangers to brothers along the way.
Bottles clinked, friendships linked,
Moments gone fast, quicker than you’d think.
From ferry decks to the French coastline,
We built memories that only grow finer with time.
And now as we head for home once more,
With tired legs and spirits sore,
We’ll say it proudly, come what may Lankelly made France our own this day.
