On On: Outside the Parkerville Tavern, Parkerville
The hare opened with some excuse that he hadn’t gone to much effort. What followed was a torturous, agonising near-hour-long ordeal across most of the Perth scarp. (Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating, but it felt like it!)
Walkers initially touched upon a bit of the runners trail, then skirted down to the bridle path (old train line, gravelly trail, what-have-you) and headed back up to Home. Kids had a bit of a play in the puddles (probably the last puddles we’ll see for the year) and Tumbletoes managed to wangle a few minutes of play on the playground out of Mrs Wobbly.
Runners did some introductory skirting around the Parky area, then skipped up around the primary school and over Brooking Road into the public forest. We broke out on the far side (Oxley Road, perhaps) and the hare did a marvellous job of confounding the pack, who were continually turning for home, only to be thwarted and forced further and further westwards. At last we found the telltale stretch for home, bulleting down a steep gravel accessway and reaching the railway reserve. (Actually, now I think about it, the trail actually followed the road for quite a while, but Yowie and and I had found ourselves on the bridle trail, and we stuck to it.)
Walkers ahead was a sure sign we were on the right track, and sure enough Home was not far off.
A few fines were given out in the circle, nothing contentious or scandalous.
That’s it. All photos (and several now added to “the hobbit run”) thanks to Tickhead.