Hare: P Merah
On On: Hubert St, Darlington
Darlington has a slim chance of being listed in any collations of flattest regions of the earth. One probable reason for this is that the word flat is entirely unknown to the local inhabitants.
Or so it seemed during our recent run. I am sure the hill we climbed must have some kind of nickname for the locals…”Widowmaker” or “Everest” or the likes. Actually, I have decided I like hills more than valleys. Climbing a hill means you just have to run down it again. Crossing a valley means going down, up a hill, and having to repeat the process to return…so twice the hills of a hill, if that makes any sense.
It was quite nice where we were running, with a few spots I had yet to experience. It must have been especially nice for GPS and Madonna, who spent more time out there than most, perhaps enjoying the sights.
No curbside pickups that I recall…
The runner formerly known as Vicky now has a Hash handle. Only, I forget what it is. Someone please post in the comments.
Hash Nosh followed…salad, potato salad ad a leg of ham! Yummo.