Run 2156

Virgin Run of the year.
Skid with Phantom Co haring
Attadale Reserve, Alfred Cove near Applecross not Ardross.
It was a cool night with an inclement air. The limbering pack was besieged by mozzies from the word go. Parking was ample but some ushering was required by Head Valet Fantomb when local yoga devotees attempted to park in the wagon spot.

Just as darkness fell like a cloak of impending gloom, the pack charged once more into the breach. The initial confusion was followed swiftly by further indecision with interference from the walking dead. As a result the pack split and chaos ensued. Well for a minute at least.
The trail criss-crossed Attadale, briefly sniffed the backdoor of the Maternity hospital where my children were born and then a tight loop at the shops where the Sub-Elite pack collected 2 more, Ring Burner fresh from his Papuan playground ,sans gourd and the ever chirpy Rumploe . We passed several hotels under construction before we went off road. The Hare cleverly using the relief naturel also allowed the pack a relief in nature. Through one of the local schools careful to avoid the playground equipment. Through another one then we popped out only to be confronted by the athletic silhouette of alone hashman. Pitt claimed to be on his second lap and it was at this point that the now infamous Nanny v Rumpole incident took place. On we went heading roughly and not looking much better either. Following trail almost to the shops at Moreing Rd before coming dangerously close to Mumbles’s house and the run soured.
It was at this point that Elbows when up a hill only to have no one follow. The resolve of the pack had dissolved.
Was it a lack of chalk?
Could it have been fear of the high ground?
Was it because it was 1845 and the pack didn’t have the intestinal fortitude to carry on?
I tried to collect as many names of the limp wristed, pansy runners as I could but the shear weight of numbers was too great.
The 5 or so tarmac terriers that were all that was left, galloped along Burke Drive at breakneck speed. As we slowed to take the turn a rabble appeared from a side street. This dishevelled mob’s spirits were immediately lifted and they join the throng.
Its funny how many short cutting bastards are at the wagon when the front runners arrived?
This was a very good effort even before you consider it was the Hare’s first run and he had to do it with the added weight of Pantome around his neck.
Let’s move on to the food because I could not hear the circle above Rhino’s jabbering to Colonel. The curry was flavoursome with tender meat (local moggies are not that tough) and authentic accompaniment. I would have liked it to be a few scoville units hotter just to wind up those that suffer from the chilli. But truth be known I found it a fabulous meal. Skid did a great job with Fathome and he deserves another go ASAP.
On On
Collins

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