On On: 29 Hubert Street, Darlington
Hare: P Merah
It was good thing I didn’t wear high heels on today’s run. Given the area, there was a fair chance we’d encounter the odd hill or two. Encounter is perhaps not the word for it. “Traumatised by” is perhaps more apt.
We welcomed new runner Rick, and visitor C Logger in the opening circle.
Just getting up the driveway was sufficient for warning, and off we went. Runners started off downhill and headed into bush, with the bulk of the run following firebreaks. Gravel slopes were the theme of the day, and thankfully no one went bum up this time round (as I just recalled P. Merah’s mis-adventures on one other occasion in the district). Front runners took turns finding the false trails, as tends to happen, and we finally came back to bitumen where the pace slowed for a while (while Scarlett RB, Passiona and I discussed the rules of “What’s the time Mr Wolf?”–as you sometimes do.)(And I’m still not sure how they go.)
Walkers returned with a manky pink slipper (at first I thought it was roadkill) and tales of intriguing flora.
Anyway, as usual highlight of the run was what followed, with hijinks for all in the circle and a brilliant nosh-up, laid out by the Hare himself, after. It was one of those occasions where my mouth dearly wanted to go back for another helping, but my bulging stomach said otherwise. (I always picture one of those Monty Python “just one more bean” moments)
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P.S. I forget now why I had the Simpsons inspired title. It was something to do with “What’s the time, Mr Wolf”…but now remains completely random. Oh well.