On On: Stevens Street, Sawyers.
We gathered at the familiar lair of our Hares, all excited and motivated for soup! Walkers had a choice of 40 min or 1 hr walk. They had a snap quiz on some flower….Donkey Orchid was the answer, with Tickhead being the winner. The prize was some … thing. I couldn’t see quite what, but it must have been good because Pickup Chick had it out of his hands and seemed quite chuffed…so all good.
Runners had a new iteration of the much-tread locale, covering some new ground (for me anyway) south of the highway. Not many false trails, but enough to catch the front runners. Alas, Skippy knew most of the home territory too well and kept the pace cracking along. Highlight of the run (again, for me) was bolting along through the bush thinking I was following Dripper, and he perhaps he was doing the same, with neither of us any longer on trail and finally only working it out once we stumbled out onto the pipeline miles from everyone else. A quick about-face and some catching up soon saw us returning to the back of the pack, and much wiser for the experience was I.
I always find it quite surprising to see a horse actually running (except on the tele of course). I have only ever seen them in real life standing around munching stuff and looking very sedentary (and I worked at a racetrack for several years!). To have a pony on the run was really very interesting. We were warned to avoid Velvet’s kicky end, and I took that advice to heart.
Soup was indeed available after the run, along with scrumptious bread. Scarlett Runnerbean (aka The Monk)was targetting walkers who talk to much, and also short cutters, which just about includes everyone given we are hashers. The bonfire and outdoor stove were a nice touch … warming us up just the right amount.
Yep. That’s it for another week.