Run 2639 – Xmas at Carine

To say this run began disastrously would be an under-statement.

The weather was appalling with lots of rain and a very strong, cold wind. Shelter zero and not that far from the coast.

Bring back global warming!

The hare then announced, somewhat expectedly, that the trail had been washed out, there was no beer in the van and that there were no checks or falsies.

Shit! At this stage the run score was zip!

[NB: I am reliably informed there will be plenty of checks & falsies next week to make up]

However, as the 11 runners set off to the west, things improved.

I should point out that there were about 40 walkers, all rugged up as though they were about to embark on a 3 month expedition to Mawson.

Anyway, there was some trail, it didn’t rain much and the territory was quite good.

Under better conditions, it could have been an ok run.

We even ran down an aptly named “Christmas Lane” in the middle of a nature reserve.

But about here, the huge pack split in two and I can’t vouch for the 2nd half of the trail as several of us had to simply backtrack.

We then wisely relocated to Carine open space to luxuriate under shelter.

Then, what a surprise. As you would expect only from the gentleman’s hash, we were treated to 2 buckets – the new one graced us with its presence and lit up a 1km radius with this superb white light, so much so I thought I was at Optus stadium.

We had a good circle, a few tears for Trump and then  Christmas redeemed himself with some tasty hot pies.

Sir Knob, known for throwing other people’s money around, generously awarded a score of 8.1

Always encouraging to see how many turn up even on dreadful weather nights. Great commitment and that’s why we remain the premier hash!!

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