Hare: Dripper and Pink Bits
On On: Joshua Mews, Millendon
It started badly with a long false trail at the top of a tall hill…and only went downhill from there–except when we were following other false trails up other hills…in these instances it went uphill again.
I counted four such nasty events. There may have been more, but after the bribery of imbibery (of the alcoholic kind), the false trails were becoming a bit of a blur. Yes, we were served with port, lemonade, and far too much “T”.
Actually, we met the walkers with perfect timing by the Hares to enjoy our drinks at about the halfway mark. It was a steep tract of land, and the Hare of runners had to do his best to give us a workout in the confined space. Mission successful. I think we received our full year’s quota of “steep”.
Thankfully the forecast rain held off, with just a couple of light sprinkles. We had cheese.