On On: Wattle Grove
No…it was not Pigsie. It was the other Monkey’s friend. Sandy.
Yes, sand was present in vast quantities, and across it we ran and walked and trod and groaned. Better yet, we did it in our undies. Ladies undies too.
Being the annual Lingerie Run we were all in our best kit. Some of the menfolk were worryingly attractive. Anyway, after carefully answering my children’s queries about all the cross-dressing going on, we actually got to running. It was fine, heading up to a little lakey thing, circling around and then heading back. After we were treated to nosh of hamburgers.