Well, yours truly was somewhat geographically challenged this week, getting Jorgensen Park and Sculpture Park slightly mixed up. So, better late than never, and with a chalked direction, and a few who stayed to point the way I ran after the pack.
An excellent run, well up to GPS usual high standard. Including the odd hole in a fence, a few hills and some lovely bush. In various places criss-crossing the walkers path saw the pack sauntering in a similar time frame for the usual refreshment.
A circle was held with charges, a main one being turning up to the wrong place. After which several of us retired to the barbie. Despite her obvious 70’s over-the-top body confusing our youth and the dubious overtones of unobtainable and false beauty, I was forced to conclude she does cook a mean steak.