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Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Flower Pot, Aston, Nr Henley - 1st September 2010 (Run 23).
Report by Amanda and Jules
Sorry for the lateness of this report but I had forgotten that we had agreed to do this.
I always forget how long it takes to get to this pub after passing Hambleden. I made it there with 2 minutes to spare but I did have to call Chris for directions en route. Jules ran there down the Hambledon Valley (a glorious 9.8 miles in all) and the other starters were Brett, David, Spider, John and me. It was a great evening with the sun shining and the running conditions were perfect - very different to last week’s run.
We ran the normal route which goes east , through the now enlarged white deer enclosures, up a long hill (see attached pictures). Brett and David made an escape before we ran down to Henley and back along the river where we met up with Chris who did not manage to get there in time due to traffic. That last section along the river, past the lock and back to the pub seemed to go on for ages although it is a lovely stretch of the Thames. The run in total was just under 6 miles.
Susie cycled there and has us all a little worried as it was dark by 8:20 when she appeared. We ordered chips which were good although the pub does not score highly on other areas. As it is Monday evening now, some 5 days after the run, I cannot remember at all what we talked about in the pub. I know that there was a discussion about the last run of the season. If anyone remembers please reming us.
So not only is this report late but it will surely get the vote for the most boring run report ever, sorry.
This week’s run is from Kate’s house as she is cooking a delicious curry for us. Bring your own drinks. We will start at 6.45 as the evenings are drawing in now.
See you all there,
Amanda and Jules.
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Royal Standard Wooburn - 25th August 2010 (Run 22)
Run Report by Jerome
On a night when 3 weather fronts collided to create the Perfect Storm a remarkable turnout gathered to run.
Incessant and torrential rain had preceded the run and continued during the run for a substantial part of it.
The author arrived late but not as late as Heather who had originally planned to run on her treadmill at home. For some reason, only known to her, she decided at the last moment to join us. Frankly she would have been drier if she’d put the treadmill in her swimming pool and gone for a run in the pool.
A carefully planned route took us through the back of Odds Farm where the only rare breed pigs in sight were Brett and yours truly. Other runners who, with time, I am sure could be compared to some other animals were Steve, Kate, John, Selwyn, David and the arachnid Spider. Neil had threatened to run but clearly and wisely did not.
Once through the farm our plans were scuppered by a warning that a footpath was closed typically being the one we wanted to use. We decided that it may be a bluff and went for it only to come across a gravel pit that smelt of gas. Having toyed with the idea of running through it we ran back from whence we came as the heaviest rain of the run descended.
On to a different path and while everyone else chose to take the shorter route for home Steve decided to extend his. That will be the last we’ll see of him we thought based on his past history on the run from Fingest a few years ago but amazingly he arrived back at the pub before we did. A short and entertaining run took about 50 minutes I think but probably only 4 miles was covered.
Changing in the car park was equally challenging with the rain hammering down. The girls having come 1= in the wet t-shirt contest changed indoors while the spider changed in the open smoking area. At this point I should add that Brett, when he and I walked back to our cars after drinks, had left his boot open for the hour we were in the pub. I imagine it would not have dried out before his 5o’clock flight this morning.
In the pub a range of good quality ales, good chips and lively banter were enjoyed by all. For some reason more time than usual was spent on where we would run next week. A number of options were discussed but the 3 horseshoes at Bennett End was discounted for being too convenient for the Hucks and the Roddicks so soon after their return from holiday. Discussions about the end of season curry and the runners Christmas do also took place. It was noted that the kitty build up to end of season was notably poor though we chose not to dwell on the reasons why.
As usual my poor recollection of other conversations highlights the incessant drivel that most of us talk about after these runs although Kate did inform us that on her curry night in 2 weeks time we should bring our own drink and that Rodders should bring the nan breads.
Next week Flower Pot at Aston. See you then
On a night when 3 weather fronts collided to create the Perfect Storm a remarkable turnout gathered to run.
Incessant and torrential rain had preceded the run and continued during the run for a substantial part of it.
The author arrived late but not as late as Heather who had originally planned to run on her treadmill at home. For some reason, only known to her, she decided at the last moment to join us. Frankly she would have been drier if she’d put the treadmill in her swimming pool and gone for a run in the pool.
A carefully planned route took us through the back of Odds Farm where the only rare breed pigs in sight were Brett and yours truly. Other runners who, with time, I am sure could be compared to some other animals were Steve, Kate, John, Selwyn, David and the arachnid Spider. Neil had threatened to run but clearly and wisely did not.
Once through the farm our plans were scuppered by a warning that a footpath was closed typically being the one we wanted to use. We decided that it may be a bluff and went for it only to come across a gravel pit that smelt of gas. Having toyed with the idea of running through it we ran back from whence we came as the heaviest rain of the run descended.
On to a different path and while everyone else chose to take the shorter route for home Steve decided to extend his. That will be the last we’ll see of him we thought based on his past history on the run from Fingest a few years ago but amazingly he arrived back at the pub before we did. A short and entertaining run took about 50 minutes I think but probably only 4 miles was covered.
Changing in the car park was equally challenging with the rain hammering down. The girls having come 1= in the wet t-shirt contest changed indoors while the spider changed in the open smoking area. At this point I should add that Brett, when he and I walked back to our cars after drinks, had left his boot open for the hour we were in the pub. I imagine it would not have dried out before his 5o’clock flight this morning.
In the pub a range of good quality ales, good chips and lively banter were enjoyed by all. For some reason more time than usual was spent on where we would run next week. A number of options were discussed but the 3 horseshoes at Bennett End was discounted for being too convenient for the Hucks and the Roddicks so soon after their return from holiday. Discussions about the end of season curry and the runners Christmas do also took place. It was noted that the kitty build up to end of season was notably poor though we chose not to dwell on the reasons why.
As usual my poor recollection of other conversations highlights the incessant drivel that most of us talk about after these runs although Kate did inform us that on her curry night in 2 weeks time we should bring our own drink and that Rodders should bring the nan breads.
Next week Flower Pot at Aston. See you then
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green - 18th August 2010 (Run 21)
Run Report by Kate
A very small band of runners arrived on time in the car part at 7pm, where the action started almost immediately when Jerome realised that he had put his running shorts on inside out, he duly changed behind a car, I fortunately managed to turn my back just in time! Brett then arrived and also proceeded to take off his shorts, as luck would have it he had another pair underneath, again saving my blushes! We were later informed that they were his ‘Big Boy’ South African shorts bought in some discount store last time he was out there, I refrained from making a comment!
Therefore just passed the hour, myself, David, Brett, Steve, Jerome, John, Fred, Tom and Harry set off from the pub. It wasn’t until we were half way round, when the arguments about what direction to take started, that we realised that the usual runners were out numbered by Bartletts!! It is amazing how some sons turn out just like their Dad’s, in strange way quite comforting but at the same time rather worrying!
The run itself was good, new paths from the pub, with the initial part of the run resembling the rollercoaster, much to David’s annoyance. Fortunately the route levelled out and the remainder of the run was a very pleasant run through the woods and back across the green. Predictably, David and Brett made an early bid for home, followed by Harry and John, Harry’s early departure due to a sore knee, but no reason given for John’s early departure??? Tom finished the course as did Steve, who according to him has peaked in his running for this year, or is it with Duds not there he doesn’t have to talk all the way round?
The pub was quiet, which was good, but perhaps not for some of the clients, as once spotted they could not escape? The old ‘William Bartlett’ accountant was spotted at one of the dining tables with a female, much debate ensued at to whether the women was his wife? I was later dispatched to give my opinion, only to discover that they had departed, so obviously not! With our numbers small, we all managed to sit round the same table, not necessarily a good thing, the conversation had its highs but also its lows, one notable one being a debate of a golf playoff where the guy did something in a bunker in the sand or that was how Steve explained it to me, needless to say Steve, Brett and I began to glaze over! Gossip was good but unfortunately ‘tour rules’ apply, although David is thinking of doing a survey on ‘blowing or sucking’ or was that one purely for my benefit? I was going to list a few topics I would like to discuss for next weeks run but I quite like to challenge of making complete random comments that stop all conversation, as last night showed
Sarah and the boys turned up with their new puppy, which was lovely. I was delighted to see that the puppy refused to do anything Brett told it to do, especially as he had just spent a small fortune getting it trained, Sarah obviously did not have the same problem!
Next weeks run will be from the Royal Standard, Wooburn, next to Odd’s Farm. Jerome has kindly agreed to do a route, not too hilly please. It will be the day after my birthday so lets hope next week will see a few more runners, Steve T will be back from holiday but I am thinking more of a few other runners who have not been seen for a while, ‘Neil, Martin are you out there’?? Richard where were you last night, just as well we didn’t wait? Lars, promise we will wait, and Jerome will wash his hand next time! Doug, we know where you are so you have an excuse, trust you are doing as much running as drinking?
A very small band of runners arrived on time in the car part at 7pm, where the action started almost immediately when Jerome realised that he had put his running shorts on inside out, he duly changed behind a car, I fortunately managed to turn my back just in time! Brett then arrived and also proceeded to take off his shorts, as luck would have it he had another pair underneath, again saving my blushes! We were later informed that they were his ‘Big Boy’ South African shorts bought in some discount store last time he was out there, I refrained from making a comment!
Therefore just passed the hour, myself, David, Brett, Steve, Jerome, John, Fred, Tom and Harry set off from the pub. It wasn’t until we were half way round, when the arguments about what direction to take started, that we realised that the usual runners were out numbered by Bartletts!! It is amazing how some sons turn out just like their Dad’s, in strange way quite comforting but at the same time rather worrying!
The run itself was good, new paths from the pub, with the initial part of the run resembling the rollercoaster, much to David’s annoyance. Fortunately the route levelled out and the remainder of the run was a very pleasant run through the woods and back across the green. Predictably, David and Brett made an early bid for home, followed by Harry and John, Harry’s early departure due to a sore knee, but no reason given for John’s early departure??? Tom finished the course as did Steve, who according to him has peaked in his running for this year, or is it with Duds not there he doesn’t have to talk all the way round?
The pub was quiet, which was good, but perhaps not for some of the clients, as once spotted they could not escape? The old ‘William Bartlett’ accountant was spotted at one of the dining tables with a female, much debate ensued at to whether the women was his wife? I was later dispatched to give my opinion, only to discover that they had departed, so obviously not! With our numbers small, we all managed to sit round the same table, not necessarily a good thing, the conversation had its highs but also its lows, one notable one being a debate of a golf playoff where the guy did something in a bunker in the sand or that was how Steve explained it to me, needless to say Steve, Brett and I began to glaze over! Gossip was good but unfortunately ‘tour rules’ apply, although David is thinking of doing a survey on ‘blowing or sucking’ or was that one purely for my benefit? I was going to list a few topics I would like to discuss for next weeks run but I quite like to challenge of making complete random comments that stop all conversation, as last night showed
Sarah and the boys turned up with their new puppy, which was lovely. I was delighted to see that the puppy refused to do anything Brett told it to do, especially as he had just spent a small fortune getting it trained, Sarah obviously did not have the same problem!
Next weeks run will be from the Royal Standard, Wooburn, next to Odd’s Farm. Jerome has kindly agreed to do a route, not too hilly please. It will be the day after my birthday so lets hope next week will see a few more runners, Steve T will be back from holiday but I am thinking more of a few other runners who have not been seen for a while, ‘Neil, Martin are you out there’?? Richard where were you last night, just as well we didn’t wait? Lars, promise we will wait, and Jerome will wash his hand next time! Doug, we know where you are so you have an excuse, trust you are doing as much running as drinking?
Stag & Huntsman, 11th August 2010 (Run 20)
Run Report by John
Jerome, Brett, Jules, Amanda, Steve Sut, David, Ollie Hux, Seb and Barney Riv and myself congregated in the Hambleden pub car park at 7. Fred had decided to miss the run because she had blisters from the previous weekend’s 35 mile walk followed by her first 12 hour shifts on the wards. Actually her non appearance was I think more to do with the delicious looking pea soup she was merrily slurping away at on her terrace when I arrived on my bike. Anyway let us wish Fred luck with her campaign for the return of ward sisters throughout that empire of efficiency, the NHS during her first few weeks.
After a gentle stroll over a couple of fields we were suddenly met with quite a formidable hill. So formidable in fact that Barney had to escort Brett home. Similarly a mile later Seb and Ollie had to lead David back through the woods for an early bath. With the shackles loosened somewhat the remaining runners got into their stride and enjoyed a very pleasant closing couple of miles. Jules bemoaned his lack of camera, Steve without the burden of running with Duds showed us how fast he really could run and with Fred’s NHS reforming instincts ringing in our ears, Jules and I agreed that there were far too many fat people in the country and that easy solutions could include bringing back rationing, allowing street football again and smaller main course plates.
Post run we were joined by Sarah, Diana and Susie (with bike) and just as we were about to leave Rodders who had run from Radnage and taken a slight diversion through goodness knows where. He received little sympathy on arrival and no one even offered to get him a drink as the table was snug to say the least and seat space was at a premium. I can’t remember what anyone talked about as my arse was hurting so much from sitting on the edge of the wooden seat which Jules and Amanda were occupying more than generously. Oh yes there was a mention that the pub was being renovated soon – lets hope they have the foresight to install some stella or numbers in the process and some beer that doesn’t taste like vinegar.
Next week (or rather this week) we might be short on numbers so run will be from a central location – Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green. If you’re coming perhaps a little ‘yes I’m coming’ would encourage those who are feeling slightly idle in this glorious August weather we are having to make an appearance.
See you Wednesday at 7!
Jerome, Brett, Jules, Amanda, Steve Sut, David, Ollie Hux, Seb and Barney Riv and myself congregated in the Hambleden pub car park at 7. Fred had decided to miss the run because she had blisters from the previous weekend’s 35 mile walk followed by her first 12 hour shifts on the wards. Actually her non appearance was I think more to do with the delicious looking pea soup she was merrily slurping away at on her terrace when I arrived on my bike. Anyway let us wish Fred luck with her campaign for the return of ward sisters throughout that empire of efficiency, the NHS during her first few weeks.
After a gentle stroll over a couple of fields we were suddenly met with quite a formidable hill. So formidable in fact that Barney had to escort Brett home. Similarly a mile later Seb and Ollie had to lead David back through the woods for an early bath. With the shackles loosened somewhat the remaining runners got into their stride and enjoyed a very pleasant closing couple of miles. Jules bemoaned his lack of camera, Steve without the burden of running with Duds showed us how fast he really could run and with Fred’s NHS reforming instincts ringing in our ears, Jules and I agreed that there were far too many fat people in the country and that easy solutions could include bringing back rationing, allowing street football again and smaller main course plates.
Post run we were joined by Sarah, Diana and Susie (with bike) and just as we were about to leave Rodders who had run from Radnage and taken a slight diversion through goodness knows where. He received little sympathy on arrival and no one even offered to get him a drink as the table was snug to say the least and seat space was at a premium. I can’t remember what anyone talked about as my arse was hurting so much from sitting on the edge of the wooden seat which Jules and Amanda were occupying more than generously. Oh yes there was a mention that the pub was being renovated soon – lets hope they have the foresight to install some stella or numbers in the process and some beer that doesn’t taste like vinegar.
Next week (or rather this week) we might be short on numbers so run will be from a central location – Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green. If you’re coming perhaps a little ‘yes I’m coming’ would encourage those who are feeling slightly idle in this glorious August weather we are having to make an appearance.
See you Wednesday at 7!
Dud's Place, 4th August 2010 (Run 19)
Run Report by Duds
It's 10:30 pm Wednesday 4th August. The house is empty now. I've got 3/4's of a pint of Rebellion in my pint glass and the dish washer is beavering away in the background. The radio is playing loud and I'm not feeling tired yet so here is this week's run report....
You say Poonani and I say punani seems to have been the theme for tonight.
I'm aiming to write the most prompt run report ever though I do remember a certain Jerome Bartlett writing a run report on the same evening as the run once before so the jury might be out on this contest....
By the way, when clearing up I found one dish (Selwyn's I think), one Wasps yellow drink bottle and one clear drink bottle with a light blue top....Not bad for an evening's collection. I'm away for the next "x" weeks so I'm afraid they will stay put unless you come and get them.
A very pleasant evening started (despite the weather) in Beacons Bottom when Selwyn, Spider, Brett, Steve, John, Jerome, Fred, Jules and Amanda all arrived bearing gifts such as salads, beer, wine and banter before we set off on a fairly straight forward run down into Bottom Wood, to Ham Farm, over the road and then back to my place via various routes. Selwyn, Spider and myself decided to take the steep but more direct route back home whereas the fitties, including Jerome, who seems to have come on in leaps and bounds of late on the fitness front since refereeing a Turkish punch up on holiday, went on a longer, no doubt less direct route.
Returning back home slightly earlier than expected and catching Brett with a pair of Aude's knickers on his head (only joking Sarah !), the Bar-B-Q eventually got hot after much prompting/blowing and we were all fed and watered and I was left with very few leftovers. The Roddicks and Mr Abbott also turned up and so our number rose to a mighty thirteen.
Shame about the weather but all in all a pretty successful soirée.
I'm feeling a little jaded/drunk now (you wouldn't believe the number of times I've had to correct this email) but apparently you are running from the Stag & Huntsman in Hambleden (or is it Hambledon ?) next Wednesday at 7 pm. Who cares anyway ? I won't be running next week and, if I'm lucky, by that time I'll be drinking tequila and up to my plums in some dusky Mexican maiden (only joking Aude !).
See you all soon mother f*c*ers, I'll be a stone heavier and a lot slower by the time we next run.....
Ciao,
Duds.
P.S. I can't be held responsible for the content of this email. I blame it on the beer so, effectively, it's all David's fault.
It's 10:30 pm Wednesday 4th August. The house is empty now. I've got 3/4's of a pint of Rebellion in my pint glass and the dish washer is beavering away in the background. The radio is playing loud and I'm not feeling tired yet so here is this week's run report....
You say Poonani and I say punani seems to have been the theme for tonight.
I'm aiming to write the most prompt run report ever though I do remember a certain Jerome Bartlett writing a run report on the same evening as the run once before so the jury might be out on this contest....
By the way, when clearing up I found one dish (Selwyn's I think), one Wasps yellow drink bottle and one clear drink bottle with a light blue top....Not bad for an evening's collection. I'm away for the next "x" weeks so I'm afraid they will stay put unless you come and get them.
A very pleasant evening started (despite the weather) in Beacons Bottom when Selwyn, Spider, Brett, Steve, John, Jerome, Fred, Jules and Amanda all arrived bearing gifts such as salads, beer, wine and banter before we set off on a fairly straight forward run down into Bottom Wood, to Ham Farm, over the road and then back to my place via various routes. Selwyn, Spider and myself decided to take the steep but more direct route back home whereas the fitties, including Jerome, who seems to have come on in leaps and bounds of late on the fitness front since refereeing a Turkish punch up on holiday, went on a longer, no doubt less direct route.
Returning back home slightly earlier than expected and catching Brett with a pair of Aude's knickers on his head (only joking Sarah !), the Bar-B-Q eventually got hot after much prompting/blowing and we were all fed and watered and I was left with very few leftovers. The Roddicks and Mr Abbott also turned up and so our number rose to a mighty thirteen.
Shame about the weather but all in all a pretty successful soirée.
I'm feeling a little jaded/drunk now (you wouldn't believe the number of times I've had to correct this email) but apparently you are running from the Stag & Huntsman in Hambleden (or is it Hambledon ?) next Wednesday at 7 pm. Who cares anyway ? I won't be running next week and, if I'm lucky, by that time I'll be drinking tequila and up to my plums in some dusky Mexican maiden (only joking Aude !).
See you all soon mother f*c*ers, I'll be a stone heavier and a lot slower by the time we next run.....
Ciao,
Duds.
P.S. I can't be held responsible for the content of this email. I blame it on the beer so, effectively, it's all David's fault.
Hughenden - 28th July 2010 (Run 18)
Run Report by Heather
Well – here we go. I’ve finally been nobbled. After all these years of turning up to the odd Wednesday run and managing satisfactorily to lose everyone after about half a mile in order to continue my own gentle amble through Bucks countryside, disaster. I almost hung out for a complete run.
Having turned up at the Harrow, with Ellie, approximately one hour too early it transpired, she reminded me that the reason that no-one was there was that we were running from the church. We hot footed it to Hughenden just in time to spot a small gaggle of runners heading up the hill on a slightly overcast evening. What a relief, I thought. Lost them already. In order not to give up too quickly, we enthusiastically headed up the hill (the first is the worst) in hasty pursuit assuming happily that we’d have to catch up with them in the pub, only to discover that the mob had sneakily doubled back, we couldn’t hide – there was no escape.
Brett was disappointed that he had not spotted the short cut through the gate, resulting in the fact that he had run a few hundred yards more than necessary. Duds kept my spirits up by telling me that it was a good run to be participating in as the Fatties significantly outnumbered the Fitties and that it was a gentle jaunt of a run as opposed to a heart attack inducing 5 miler with at least 6 steep hills. We pounded through the Hughenden woods, John and Jules setting the pace followed closely by Kate and Amanda and then a sort of straggle of Steve, David, Duds, Selwyn, Brett, Ellie and I. (Maybe I should only speak for myself when I use the term ‘straggle’.) Ellie was a little worried that she’d be left for dead and find herself lost in the wilderness of High Wycombe, however – in the words of Gloria – she survived. Downley appeared on the radar, I noticed we passed at least two pubs without a backward look, no other landmarks really registered, across a couple of commons, back into the woods for a reasonable downhill return to base. Short and sweet. Lovely. Brett disappeared at some point – that old calf injury excuse again – but made it to the pub. Funny that. Jules, having also sustained some sort of injury, only managed to cycle to the run, rather than complete the usual half marathon to get there. However an extra circuit or two and a small sprint to the pub soon made up for it.
So to the Harrow for beer, wine and 6 pints of chips. Suzie turned up on her bike just in time for the pleasantries – with another injury to add to the list of ailments suffered by the merry band of runners.
Adam joined us for beer and I can’t really remember much about the conversation although I vaguely recall some mention of Alzheimer’s.
So – my first run report and quite possibly the last one I will be doing, due to the fact I feel that keeping up with you lot in the future may be unachievable. Can’t see it happening again in a hurry….
Duds will be doing next week’s run venue information along with the minimalist BBQ….. ? Does that mean half a sausage each? Or possibly no charcoal?
Well – here we go. I’ve finally been nobbled. After all these years of turning up to the odd Wednesday run and managing satisfactorily to lose everyone after about half a mile in order to continue my own gentle amble through Bucks countryside, disaster. I almost hung out for a complete run.
Having turned up at the Harrow, with Ellie, approximately one hour too early it transpired, she reminded me that the reason that no-one was there was that we were running from the church. We hot footed it to Hughenden just in time to spot a small gaggle of runners heading up the hill on a slightly overcast evening. What a relief, I thought. Lost them already. In order not to give up too quickly, we enthusiastically headed up the hill (the first is the worst) in hasty pursuit assuming happily that we’d have to catch up with them in the pub, only to discover that the mob had sneakily doubled back, we couldn’t hide – there was no escape.
Brett was disappointed that he had not spotted the short cut through the gate, resulting in the fact that he had run a few hundred yards more than necessary. Duds kept my spirits up by telling me that it was a good run to be participating in as the Fatties significantly outnumbered the Fitties and that it was a gentle jaunt of a run as opposed to a heart attack inducing 5 miler with at least 6 steep hills. We pounded through the Hughenden woods, John and Jules setting the pace followed closely by Kate and Amanda and then a sort of straggle of Steve, David, Duds, Selwyn, Brett, Ellie and I. (Maybe I should only speak for myself when I use the term ‘straggle’.) Ellie was a little worried that she’d be left for dead and find herself lost in the wilderness of High Wycombe, however – in the words of Gloria – she survived. Downley appeared on the radar, I noticed we passed at least two pubs without a backward look, no other landmarks really registered, across a couple of commons, back into the woods for a reasonable downhill return to base. Short and sweet. Lovely. Brett disappeared at some point – that old calf injury excuse again – but made it to the pub. Funny that. Jules, having also sustained some sort of injury, only managed to cycle to the run, rather than complete the usual half marathon to get there. However an extra circuit or two and a small sprint to the pub soon made up for it.
So to the Harrow for beer, wine and 6 pints of chips. Suzie turned up on her bike just in time for the pleasantries – with another injury to add to the list of ailments suffered by the merry band of runners.
Adam joined us for beer and I can’t really remember much about the conversation although I vaguely recall some mention of Alzheimer’s.
So – my first run report and quite possibly the last one I will be doing, due to the fact I feel that keeping up with you lot in the future may be unachievable. Can’t see it happening again in a hurry….
Duds will be doing next week’s run venue information along with the minimalist BBQ….. ? Does that mean half a sausage each? Or possibly no charcoal?
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The Pink and Lilly, Lacey Green. 21st July 2010. Run 17
Run report by Steve Sutton (aka Spider)
And so it came to be…………a new venue, a new run…very few takers !!
Rodders, JB, Harry B, Kate, Duds and yours truly assembled at 7pm prompt on a lovely sunny evening in Lacey Green. Various messages had filtered through from non attendees, but after waiting around until ten past with no evidence of our numbers being swelled, we set off. I think young Harry was rather nervous about the fierce pace that would be set and of being left at the back, but I’m sure he felt far more comfortable by the first stop, safe in the knowledge that Duds and myself could not compete with youth or fitness and would be bringing up the rear for the evening. Rodders had planned a very pleasant, picturesque and, most importantly for me, flat route. Speaking as the evening’s rear gunner, a brisk pace was maintained throughout with very little stoppage time – especially from a back marker perspective !
Not being too hot on the geography of where we are on any of our runs, the route took us over to Hampden, past the Manor and the Church, where Duds enlightened me of the tale where his mate had apparently broken wind very violently at a Christmas service as an intoxicated youth! We carried on past the top end of Bryants Bottom, picking up part of the Gate run (in reverse) and heading in the general direction of Speen…I think. The athletically challenged contingent then split off for the obligatory fattie route home, which was apparently an old Highwayman’s haunt, and which also turned out to be far longer than Duds had remembered it from when it was his old stomping ground over 30 years ago. The fit contingent took a longer loop back towards the pub, no idea where they went as I wasn’t there ! JB exhibited exemplary parenting skills, seemingly making Harry sprint the last ½ mile up the hill, otherwise there would be no chips for tea !!
We returned to the pub after exactly 1 hour, having covered approx 5 miles. Susie was the welcoming committee at the pub on our return, having been on School Disco taxi duty earlier.
Crisps, great chips and liquid refreshment accompanied the usual diverse and often educational banter. Duds will be undertaking a mammoth 300+ mile rowing challenge in the Dordogne next year accompanied by ‘Big’ Ben, whose capacity for speed drinking lager is frightening and who needs to shed half his body mass before getting in a canoe. We agreed Blackberry’s are the ‘work of the devil’, but Susie confessed she is addicted and refuses to switch hers off, much to Chris’ delight. As part of our weekly education programme, pubic coiffeuring was the topic of the day. It seems that there is an increasing prevalence of this in Males (?) and that in Brazil , the well-loved ‘Brazilian’ is referred to as a ‘Hitler’……..priceless!!!
Next weeks spiritual outing will be from Hughenden Church , meet in the car park for a 7pm start. From memory this is about a 45 min run, I believe there is an additional 2-3 mile loop for those who would like to indulge, which carries on from when we return to Hughenden and ends up at the Harrow pub, where we will adjourn after our exertions.
See you all next week.
And so it came to be…………a new venue, a new run…very few takers !!
Rodders, JB, Harry B, Kate, Duds and yours truly assembled at 7pm prompt on a lovely sunny evening in Lacey Green. Various messages had filtered through from non attendees, but after waiting around until ten past with no evidence of our numbers being swelled, we set off. I think young Harry was rather nervous about the fierce pace that would be set and of being left at the back, but I’m sure he felt far more comfortable by the first stop, safe in the knowledge that Duds and myself could not compete with youth or fitness and would be bringing up the rear for the evening. Rodders had planned a very pleasant, picturesque and, most importantly for me, flat route. Speaking as the evening’s rear gunner, a brisk pace was maintained throughout with very little stoppage time – especially from a back marker perspective !
Not being too hot on the geography of where we are on any of our runs, the route took us over to Hampden, past the Manor and the Church, where Duds enlightened me of the tale where his mate had apparently broken wind very violently at a Christmas service as an intoxicated youth! We carried on past the top end of Bryants Bottom, picking up part of the Gate run (in reverse) and heading in the general direction of Speen…I think. The athletically challenged contingent then split off for the obligatory fattie route home, which was apparently an old Highwayman’s haunt, and which also turned out to be far longer than Duds had remembered it from when it was his old stomping ground over 30 years ago. The fit contingent took a longer loop back towards the pub, no idea where they went as I wasn’t there ! JB exhibited exemplary parenting skills, seemingly making Harry sprint the last ½ mile up the hill, otherwise there would be no chips for tea !!
We returned to the pub after exactly 1 hour, having covered approx 5 miles. Susie was the welcoming committee at the pub on our return, having been on School Disco taxi duty earlier.
Crisps, great chips and liquid refreshment accompanied the usual diverse and often educational banter. Duds will be undertaking a mammoth 300+ mile rowing challenge in the Dordogne next year accompanied by ‘Big’ Ben, whose capacity for speed drinking lager is frightening and who needs to shed half his body mass before getting in a canoe. We agreed Blackberry’s are the ‘work of the devil’, but Susie confessed she is addicted and refuses to switch hers off, much to Chris’ delight. As part of our weekly education programme, pubic coiffeuring was the topic of the day. It seems that there is an increasing prevalence of this in Males (?) and that in Brazil , the well-loved ‘Brazilian’ is referred to as a ‘Hitler’……..priceless!!!
Next weeks spiritual outing will be from Hughenden Church , meet in the car park for a 7pm start. From memory this is about a 45 min run, I believe there is an additional 2-3 mile loop for those who would like to indulge, which carries on from when we return to Hughenden and ends up at the Harrow pub, where we will adjourn after our exertions.
See you all next week.
The Fox & Hounds, Christmas Common + Bull & Butcher, Turville 14th July 2010 - run no 16
Run report by Steve Taylor.............
The Yew Tree, Frieth. 7th July 2010 - run 15
Run report by Selwyn (aka Spellbound)
A very, very late report, for which my apologies. I am thankful for those amongst us who remembered that we had indeed chosen the Fox & Hounds PH at Xmas Common for next week's (ie tonight's) venue - this to encourage Presso to make yet another appearance, although I think it will be a somewhat hillier course than last week, which, for the fatties amongst us at least was remarkably flat given the chosen starting point - The Yew Tree at Frieth. But perhaps this was no coincidence, given that the route was plotted by my goodself, experienced in seeking out the flattest routes in this particular area.
Forgive me if I have missed anyone out, but as I remember the squad consisted of Amanda, Fred, Kate, David, Doug, Duds, Jerome, Jules, Lars, Neil H, Presso, Steve T & myself.
Lars made a late start and it seems that even though some members of the group did apparently spot him, he didn't quite manage to join up with the rest of the group and ended up back at the pub even before the fatties arrived back. Jules, I think, had done his usual trick of running from Radnage to the start and Fred & Jerome had chosen to cycle there from Hambleden. (Fred was frantically trying to put in some last minute training for a weekend endurance event she had somewhat hastily volunteered to do with Tom).
A very pleasant run, where at about the half way mark, acutely aware of their somewhat more conservative capabilities, the fatties split from the rest and duly pointed the fitties in the direction of a longer loop, with a few more contours to negotiate to boot. This didn't stop Steve T catching us up about a mile later, sprinting up a hill to join us. He seemed somewhat surprised when we announced that at that point we intended to head off in a direct line for the pub, rather than trying a few more loops, no matter how good the views might have been.
Sorry but I can't remember what we talked about afterwards, only that the Spain v Germany match was watched through the window of the pub sitting around a bench outside & chips were served with ketchup & mayonnaise - unlike that other pub in Frieth, which sadly has gone down in our estimation.
Look forward to seeing everyone at the Fox & Hounds at 7.00 pm.
A very, very late report, for which my apologies. I am thankful for those amongst us who remembered that we had indeed chosen the Fox & Hounds PH at Xmas Common for next week's (ie tonight's) venue - this to encourage Presso to make yet another appearance, although I think it will be a somewhat hillier course than last week, which, for the fatties amongst us at least was remarkably flat given the chosen starting point - The Yew Tree at Frieth. But perhaps this was no coincidence, given that the route was plotted by my goodself, experienced in seeking out the flattest routes in this particular area.
Forgive me if I have missed anyone out, but as I remember the squad consisted of Amanda, Fred, Kate, David, Doug, Duds, Jerome, Jules, Lars, Neil H, Presso, Steve T & myself.
Lars made a late start and it seems that even though some members of the group did apparently spot him, he didn't quite manage to join up with the rest of the group and ended up back at the pub even before the fatties arrived back. Jules, I think, had done his usual trick of running from Radnage to the start and Fred & Jerome had chosen to cycle there from Hambleden. (Fred was frantically trying to put in some last minute training for a weekend endurance event she had somewhat hastily volunteered to do with Tom).
A very pleasant run, where at about the half way mark, acutely aware of their somewhat more conservative capabilities, the fatties split from the rest and duly pointed the fitties in the direction of a longer loop, with a few more contours to negotiate to boot. This didn't stop Steve T catching us up about a mile later, sprinting up a hill to join us. He seemed somewhat surprised when we announced that at that point we intended to head off in a direct line for the pub, rather than trying a few more loops, no matter how good the views might have been.
Sorry but I can't remember what we talked about afterwards, only that the Spain v Germany match was watched through the window of the pub sitting around a bench outside & chips were served with ketchup & mayonnaise - unlike that other pub in Frieth, which sadly has gone down in our estimation.
Look forward to seeing everyone at the Fox & Hounds at 7.00 pm.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
The Two Brewers, Marlow - Wednesday 30th June 2010 (run 14)
Run report by Doug.
My fourth showing of 'the season' and having put in four miles on the bike, four+ miles on the run and four pints in the bar, I was a little aggrieved to be asked to put in my fourpenith on the reporting front. As David implied last week, the selection policy is in danger of becoming a deterrent to the 'occasional' attendee.
Amanda, Sarah, David, Selwyn, Lars, Duds, Jules, Rodders, Brett, a brace of Neils and myself convened at a busy Two Brewers, on another warm and muggy evening. Jerome was NOT there. Jerome, who hasn't missed a single run this year and who confirmed his attendance at 5.40pm, did NOT show and did NOT run. This is the same Jerome, who, in the previous four weeks or so, had given your correspondent an unmercifully hard time about my own absence. It had better be good Jerome...................
Jules had, as you do (and clearly trying to steal my thunder in the pre-run exertion stakes), put in a little ten-miler from Radnage to Marlow. "It all helps to stave off the bit of a belly I had developed" he claimed later, when queried about running 16.1 miles in the evening. Well, quite. Good job you recognised it yourself, as we weren't too sure how to broach the subject.
Through Higginson Park and down by the river towards Temple we headed, nice and flat, nice and steady early pace, no dramas - well, apart from Rodders passing out and collapsing in a heap on the river bank. Onwards and upwards though. Rodders, clearly grateful to have survived this little warning, resisted the offer to retreat to the warm bosom of the middle of the pack and raced off, not just to complete the full fittie 6.2 mile course, but to add in a little 20 mins extra on his own - we weren't really concerned Rodders; we were just hoping you would beat Susie to the pub, so we didn't have to explain!
Lars had made a 'once in a lifetime' schooloy error of trotting off, for "that extra little loop" with the fitties. Once bitten Lars...Good persuasion Duds
The fattie five separated from the main pack somewhere below the 12th green of Harleyford and made our own way to Happy Valley and back down through Springfield. All very pleasant, if more than a little sweaty. 55 minutes 'on the road' for us - the others (minus one) back about ten minutes later.
We were joined by Diana, Susie and Spider for drinks, which were supplemented by some fairly sizeable chips.
Conversation ranged, in my earshot anyway, from Club Med holidays to real ale in golf clubs, from tennis to soccer, from kebabs to raw meat and survival techniques and, finally bushtucker trials to bushes.
In attempting a 'BMX-type' manoeuvre on my way home - to stop at such a large kerb would have been churlish - I have to confess that I parted company with the bike, albeit briefly. My chosen tyres for the evening (spongy with an extra little bit of 'give') were clearly an error for such a high risk move. I have a very sore wrist this morning - over to you Duds......
Apparently, the sole benefit of penning last night's events is the choice of next week's venue. Since this is a World Cup Semi final evening (and likely to be Spain versus Argentina), I would like a TV pub but, Marlow apart, don't know which of the traditional venues has such a facility? Open to suggestions and will confirm later.
After some consultation the run this Wednesday (7th July) will be from the Yew Tree in Freith.
My fourth showing of 'the season' and having put in four miles on the bike, four+ miles on the run and four pints in the bar, I was a little aggrieved to be asked to put in my fourpenith on the reporting front. As David implied last week, the selection policy is in danger of becoming a deterrent to the 'occasional' attendee.
Amanda, Sarah, David, Selwyn, Lars, Duds, Jules, Rodders, Brett, a brace of Neils and myself convened at a busy Two Brewers, on another warm and muggy evening. Jerome was NOT there. Jerome, who hasn't missed a single run this year and who confirmed his attendance at 5.40pm, did NOT show and did NOT run. This is the same Jerome, who, in the previous four weeks or so, had given your correspondent an unmercifully hard time about my own absence. It had better be good Jerome...................
Jules had, as you do (and clearly trying to steal my thunder in the pre-run exertion stakes), put in a little ten-miler from Radnage to Marlow. "It all helps to stave off the bit of a belly I had developed" he claimed later, when queried about running 16.1 miles in the evening. Well, quite. Good job you recognised it yourself, as we weren't too sure how to broach the subject.
Lars had made a 'once in a lifetime' schooloy error of trotting off, for "that extra little loop" with the fitties. Once bitten Lars...Good persuasion Duds
The fattie five separated from the main pack somewhere below the 12th green of Harleyford and made our own way to Happy Valley and back down through Springfield. All very pleasant, if more than a little sweaty. 55 minutes 'on the road' for us - the others (minus one) back about ten minutes later.
We were joined by Diana, Susie and Spider for drinks, which were supplemented by some fairly sizeable chips.
Conversation ranged, in my earshot anyway, from Club Med holidays to real ale in golf clubs, from tennis to soccer, from kebabs to raw meat and survival techniques and, finally bushtucker trials to bushes.
In attempting a 'BMX-type' manoeuvre on my way home - to stop at such a large kerb would have been churlish - I have to confess that I parted company with the bike, albeit briefly. My chosen tyres for the evening (spongy with an extra little bit of 'give') were clearly an error for such a high risk move. I have a very sore wrist this morning - over to you Duds......
Apparently, the sole benefit of penning last night's events is the choice of next week's venue. Since this is a World Cup Semi final evening (and likely to be Spain versus Argentina), I would like a TV pub but, Marlow apart, don't know which of the traditional venues has such a facility? Open to suggestions and will confirm later.
After some consultation the run this Wednesday (7th July) will be from the Yew Tree in Freith.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Crown, Radnage - 23rd June 2010 - Run 13
Run Report by David
This being my 3rd run in 14 months, it is apparently my turn to do the report.
The observant amongst you will have noticed that the venue for yesterday's run was not as advertised in last week's report. Apparently Brett's inheritance is currently being invested in the refurbishment of The Old Ship, so at 9.00 a.m. Jules nominated The Crown at Radnage as substitute. Sadly this was too late for John who had already set off to cycle to Cadmore End. He ended up missing the run and having to phone a) Doug to find out where everybody was and b)Heather to give him a lift to Radnage.
Anyway, I digress. In alphabetical order (as it is the only way I'll ever be at the front of any list of runners) last night's participants were: Abbott D, Bartlett minor, Duds M, Hucks A, Hucks J, Hucks O, Hucks S, Roddick C and Swede L. The route took us through some fields, over a road, through a couple of woods and (for the fatties at least) through another field and up another road. Conditions for running/shuffling were excellent with warm weather, generally pleasant underfoot conditions and remarkably few hills. All in all about 50 minutes of exercise, followed by 90 minutes of good beer, excellent chips and happy chat. We were joined for these last 3 agenda items by Heather, John and Susie.
Heather had completed 1/3rd of her 3 Peaks challenge before the bus conveniently broke down, thereby preventing her from completing the remainder. Not only did she look none the worse for her ordeal, but she attracted a number of supportive girly comments about having lost weight.
John was in remarkably cheerful form considering his ordeal and Susie was in very good spirits despite her injured hip. Some of this may be attributable to the bottle of champagne which Amanda produced from somewhere and then proceeded to tip down the girls' necks (where were you Kate?).
Chat in the pub covered football (inevitably), that ridiculously long tennis match, how to transport Rebellion beer to Sweden without it exploding and various other items that I've forgotten.
Mercifully there were no Morris Dancers this week but we were treated to the sight of an old Morris Minor along with a load of other ancient cars and motorbikes driven/ridden by faintly unwholesome looking people who were comparing the length of their camshafts whilst having a barbecue outside the hall opposite. There was even a Sinclair C5 being pedalled by some bloke trying unsuccessfully not to look like a nob.
The observant amongst you will have noticed that the venue for yesterday's run was not as advertised in last week's report. Apparently Brett's inheritance is currently being invested in the refurbishment of The Old Ship, so at 9.00 a.m. Jules nominated The Crown at Radnage as substitute. Sadly this was too late for John who had already set off to cycle to Cadmore End. He ended up missing the run and having to phone a) Doug to find out where everybody was and b)Heather to give him a lift to Radnage.
Anyway, I digress. In alphabetical order (as it is the only way I'll ever be at the front of any list of runners) last night's participants were: Abbott D, Bartlett minor, Duds M, Hucks A, Hucks J, Hucks O, Hucks S, Roddick C and Swede L. The route took us through some fields, over a road, through a couple of woods and (for the fatties at least) through another field and up another road. Conditions for running/shuffling were excellent with warm weather, generally pleasant underfoot conditions and remarkably few hills. All in all about 50 minutes of exercise, followed by 90 minutes of good beer, excellent chips and happy chat. We were joined for these last 3 agenda items by Heather, John and Susie.
Heather had completed 1/3rd of her 3 Peaks challenge before the bus conveniently broke down, thereby preventing her from completing the remainder. Not only did she look none the worse for her ordeal, but she attracted a number of supportive girly comments about having lost weight.
John was in remarkably cheerful form considering his ordeal and Susie was in very good spirits despite her injured hip. Some of this may be attributable to the bottle of champagne which Amanda produced from somewhere and then proceeded to tip down the girls' necks (where were you Kate?).
Chat in the pub covered football (inevitably), that ridiculously long tennis match, how to transport Rebellion beer to Sweden without it exploding and various other items that I've forgotten.
Mercifully there were no Morris Dancers this week but we were treated to the sight of an old Morris Minor along with a load of other ancient cars and motorbikes driven/ridden by faintly unwholesome looking people who were comparing the length of their camshafts whilst having a barbecue outside the hall opposite. There was even a Sinclair C5 being pedalled by some bloke trying unsuccessfully not to look like a nob.
That's about it other than to say that, in a bid to improve my fitness, I have decided to run to next week's venue, which is The Two Brewers in Marlow.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Prince Albert, Frieth. Wednesday 16th June 2010 (run no.12)
Run report by Jules
On a gorgeous Wednesday evening the gang of 11 set out on the chosen route which was set by Jerome. It was decided that Selwyn’s route would be saved for another day.
And so it was that Brett, David, Lars, Jerome, Selwyn, Amanda, Chris, Steve, Neil, Kate and I (Jules) set out to test our stamina and breathe large gulps of fresh, warm Buckinghamshire air.
climbing the hill to Mousells Wood in the south as they came out of Hanger Wood and faced the narrow decent
into Fingest
before climbing up.
It then followed the edge of the wood before heading down a concrete track to the road and turning LEFT to the pub in Frieth.
Our stops seemed relatively short and no debates about route choice or hill-avoidance seemed to delay us as we covered the 5.2 miles in just under 1 hour.
ALERT – having finished a quick head count revealed that Amanda was not with us. Last seen by Jerome in Mousells wood (just half a mile from home) we quickly realised that she was lost. Neil said he would look out for her as he headed off to catch up with his Mum, Chris set off on foot to backtrack the route and Steve and I set off in the car to cut off some of the footpaths that come out of the woods to the road. Having dropped Neil off to scout I headed back to the pub to spot Amanda running down from the crossroads. She had turned right on the road after the concrete track and run an extra mile and a half! No harm done and we quickly gathered Chris and Neil back in for the post run refreshments. Tagging may be the only option if this continues to happen!!
We took the first round outside but as the sun faded the chill started to cool us down so we headed indoors where we took over about a quarter of the pub. Conversation was animated as usual and we all failed in the challenge to get the Patron to smile! Did she really want us? Judging by the reluctance to knock up a few chips I doubt it.....
See you all this Wednesday at The Ship in Cadmore End to celebrate our countries performance (good or bad).
Jules
On a gorgeous Wednesday evening the gang of 11 set out on the chosen route which was set by Jerome. It was decided that Selwyn’s route would be saved for another day.
And so it was that Brett, David, Lars, Jerome, Selwyn, Amanda, Chris, Steve, Neil, Kate and I (Jules) set out to test our stamina and breathe large gulps of fresh, warm Buckinghamshire air.
As always the route was superb and had been crafted to allow for a longer loop for the faster runners. It took us north towards Lane End and then west towards Hanger Farm where the route split. Those who took the longer route were able to see the others (spot them in the photo)
climbing the hill to Mousells Wood in the south as they came out of Hanger Wood and faced the narrow decent
into Fingest
before climbing up.
It then followed the edge of the wood before heading down a concrete track to the road and turning LEFT to the pub in Frieth.
Our stops seemed relatively short and no debates about route choice or hill-avoidance seemed to delay us as we covered the 5.2 miles in just under 1 hour.
ALERT – having finished a quick head count revealed that Amanda was not with us. Last seen by Jerome in Mousells wood (just half a mile from home) we quickly realised that she was lost. Neil said he would look out for her as he headed off to catch up with his Mum, Chris set off on foot to backtrack the route and Steve and I set off in the car to cut off some of the footpaths that come out of the woods to the road. Having dropped Neil off to scout I headed back to the pub to spot Amanda running down from the crossroads. She had turned right on the road after the concrete track and run an extra mile and a half! No harm done and we quickly gathered Chris and Neil back in for the post run refreshments. Tagging may be the only option if this continues to happen!!
We took the first round outside but as the sun faded the chill started to cool us down so we headed indoors where we took over about a quarter of the pub. Conversation was animated as usual and we all failed in the challenge to get the Patron to smile! Did she really want us? Judging by the reluctance to knock up a few chips I doubt it.....
See you all this Wednesday at The Ship in Cadmore End to celebrate our countries performance (good or bad).
Jules
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Jolly Farmer, Cookham Dean - 9th June 2010 (Run 11)
Run Report by Brett
What a very pleasant evening it was. Steve T, Selwyn, John, Jerome, Fred, Lulu the dog, Jules, Amanda, Chris, Sarah, David, young Sebastian Rivett, Lars the newcomer and yours truly met in Cookham Dean for a 40/45 minute reasonably leisurely run extended to over 50 minutes by the more regular runners amongst us.
John Bartlett lead the way taking us down a rocky hill to the cricket club, sadly not a venue for sporting triumph for the writer but instead a useful Friday night watering hole with Rebellion IPA served at £2.40 a pint.
Realising that John was intent on taking us through a council estate to see the low spots of Maidenheads, Jules guided our spluttering vehicle up Bradcutts Lane and onto Winter Hill. There the party split allowing the faster of our group to chase rabbitts and the less elite to admire the view.
Amanda insisted (probably egged on by Sarah and with Sebastian as guide) in checking out some prime real estate that unfortunately meant that we found ourselves on another course of tarmac rather than the intended off road route. Jerome complained, Lars kept on running just a little mystified by this groups habit of jogging for a mile and then stopping for a chat. Steve T, Jules and Chris sprinted past myself, David & Selwyn through Turkey Valley to the National Trust Land to finish the assignment whilst the more sedate wheezy trio stumbled up the chalkpit and back to the Jolly Farmer. I couldnt tell whether Lulu, being lead by Fred enjoyed the run but suggest for maximum pleasure she returns to Turkey Valley without owner anytime between September and December 24th when the picking are exceedingly rich.
In returning to The Jolly Farmer we were met by a large group of men dressed all in white with hats and wielding threatening sticks. I assured all that KKK meetings were now banned under a Cookham Dean by law and in seeing bells we realised that the Morris Dancers had come to Town. This meant gratuitous drinking of wine, cider, numbers (1664 for the uninitiated) and Skinner's Betty Sogs by all in an attempt to ease the pain of seeing and hearing the bearded loons sway to and fro. The pain wouldnt go and then was worsened by Jerome getting all Shakespearian with us stating 'something is wrotten with the state of the kitty'. Plainly there appears to have been some oversight but one that hopefully didnt put a dampener on what was already a muggy evening.
Welcome to Lars. We hope you join us again. Well run to Sebastian who showed his parents (and a few of the others) a clean pair of heels of his mums reserve running shoes and we look forward to seeing you all next Wednesday for a 7pm start from the Prince Albert at Frieth.
Brett
Friday, June 04, 2010
The Golden Ball, West Wycombe - 2nd June 2010 (Run 10)
Run Report by Steve
On a gloriously sunny evening, a small but perfectly formed group of runners met atop West Wycombe Hill by the Golden Ball. Present were Jules, Amanda, John, Jerome, Neil, Martin and Susie and myself.
After stowing our valuables in Susie's boot (apparently this is a rather dodgy car park) we set off on our usual route down the hill into the valley, over Bradenham Road and across the railway crossing.
Following the climb through the woods we emerged into the bright sunlight onto the Green in front of Bradenham Manor. There we rested a while on a park bench, enjoying the serenity of the moment and musing as to why all cricket pitches appear to have a broken roller situated on the boundary somewhere. I heard somewhere that some clubs award extra runs for hitting said broken roller.
Then back across the road by the Red Lion and the steady climb out of the valley and back up on to the ridge. From there it was the long stretch back home - this the path that you imagine is around half a mile but is actually nearer a mile and a half. Nonetheless all made it at a good pace (Martin bravely fighting through the discomfort of his ilio-tibial leg injury.
My Garmin had run out of battery but I estimate the run was around 5 miles and took about an hour.
Onto the Red Lion for post run drinkies. The service was good, the chips were very good and the pork scratchings were outstanding. Outside in the sun for the first round, and inside for the second when the chill night air set in.
I can hereby certify that nothing funny, notable or rude happened at any point of the run.
Ahem...
A key topic of conversation in the pub was the thorny subject of a potential splinter group of recovering runners taking hold. It was resolved that we should consider all possible paths to a full reconciliation. As such it will now be incumbent for all WNR route planners to have a run that is around 3-ish miles and no longer than around 40 minutes in order to accomodate those that are on the rocky road back to fitness. We all may need such a facility one day.
In those immortal words penned by the mighty Gary Barlow of Take That:-
"Whatever we said, whatever we did ....
We didn't mean it
We just want you back for good
Want you back...
What you back...
Yes, we want you back for good"
Next weeks run is from the Jolly Farmer, Cookham Dean, 7pm start.
Bloom Wood (orienteering), 26th May 2010 (Run 9)
Run Report by Chris
As we have for the first time got individual split time for each group through each control I feel we should produce the report by those numbers. Unfortunately as I was some 10 minutes late the blanks in the report have had to be guessed at.
Bloom Wood Green Course Distance: 4.5km Climb 394m
Group 1
Fred, Susie, Amanda (possibly Jerome and Duds) 1.12.44 including 12.18 looking for control No 3
Group 2
Martin, Spider, John and Neil
1.00.04 including 8.21 looking for control No 4
Jules
41.25 including 25 mins of gloating at how crap we all were
Chris
1.05.33 including 12 mins of thinking up an excuse for how slow he was (attacked by bear!)
Other numbers:
5 the number of dogs accompanying the run. (6 if you include the one Susie got when I forgot to pick the boys up)
9 the number of runs that David Abbot has missed with his doggy foot/ankle/knee/back
23 the number of pathetic excuses Bret has used for not attending. (“I am helping my wife wash her hair!”)
12 times a run. The number of times Bas says he is really busy at work.
Every time, Richard say he would love to run this week but.....
30 sec the time it takes Jerome to get that rather unpleasant “Patrick Vieira” sweat ring under his chin.
125 the number of emails it takes Duds and Amanda to arrange the lift on a Wednesday night.
2 weeks the length of time it took us all to get to know Martin so we could tap him up for lifts, buying a round, Servicing our bikes, lending us £20.
2.30 hrs the time it now take all the girls and half the boys to change and make up after a run.
£1.34 the amount of under spend on each weeks kitty (At this rate we will have £20 for the Christmas do!)
0 the number of times Amanda is likely to drive home. (“Jules doesn’t mind!”)
2,34 sec the number of minutes Neil’s “model Plane” lasted before smashing into a tree. (How old are you!)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Gate, Bryants Bottom - 19th May 2010 (Run 8)
Run Report by Baz
On a balmy summers evening the runners & cyclist met at the Gate at Bryants bottom for a 7pm start.
We had new runners, old runners, fit runners and not so fit runners, and a cyclist. Those present were JB, Alexandra, Fred, Jerome, Duds, Jules, Amanda, Suzie, Doug, Spider, Neil, Kate and Baz.
The usual brutal hill at the start did not disappoint, the only saving grace being that we got it out the way early. Spider decided that a new group had formed (OTROW) of which he was the captain. This resulted in a splinter group of 1 (him) breaking off early to take a shorter route back to the pub. Doug’s altitude training in Singapore ensured he stayed with the group a bit longer, before he escorted Duds and Jerome off to find Spider.
From what I can gather, we all made it back to the pub within a few minutes of each other, including our lone cyclist, Kate who had a route mapped out for her by JB, which clearly didn’t involve enough hills, as she had barely broken sweat. Rodders was seen by Kate en route, 10 minutes up the road, but then failed to show for a good hour, soaked in sweat, and very salty shorts – (apparently)
On entering the pub, Lester Reeves of old Wycombe Town was there who didn’t look like he’d moved since our run last year.
Beers outside on possibly the longest pub table I have ever seen, soon migrated inside to warmer climes, at which point Heather arrived, as did the chips. (by the way, why did we wait so long to order the chips?) Abbott Ale was good while it lasted, and the Greene King was average, as Greene King usually is.
Conversation was varied from what I recall, but in true democratic fashion a vote was cast as to who was the scariest lady present? For professional reasons Neil couldn’t vote (but did) and a unanimous verdict was reached - Suzie is officially scarier than Kate, Amanda, Fred and Heather. Good idea to have the vote when the scariest lady member of our running party wasn’t there, Suzie.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Bull and Butcher, Turville - 12th May 2010 (Run 7)
Run Report by John
The Bull and Butcher in Turville welcomed (in no order of preference) me, Duds, Jerome, Neil, Kate, Susie, Martin, Steve, Amanda, Fred, Chris, Jules and Lulu on a sunny, dry yet cool evening.
Having only been running once before this season, I had forgotten that Chris and Jules were always late but true to form they strolled in at two minutes past seven having run the six miles or so from Radnage. A poor effort indeed. Jerome and Duds just couldn't wait and dashed off without telling anyone. Susie didn't care and asked if anyone had noticed that as well as running like old men, they had even begun to talk like them! This was greeted with some mirth and was followed by even more names being placed into the same category. My inclination to moan about my knee problems was immediately extinguished and I felt absolutely fine all the way round. Chris on the other hand let himself down by letting us know that his mum had kept all her old tights for him just in case he needed them for his calf.
Fred had chosen a stunning route through glorious countryside and all the pre-run concerns about distance soon evaporated as we ran into the deer park and passed impressive Stonor House. Jules was in his element with his camera with the passing deer, plentiful bluebells and very colourful runners - Kate was sporting pink this week whilst Neil was trying out orange. I had a yellow waterproof top to keep me warm, sorry I mean to make me look like a good runner. There were two steep climbs which people dealt with well and the fitties kept the rest of the field moving pretty well. Martin was pretending he was not a fitty by running in the middle of the field - think we have yet to see his true potential. Mind you the the rear views do tend to be far nicer there and can take one's mind off the running. Each stop made was reasonably brief so the distance of over 6 miles did not feel quite such hard work. The last mile or so saw Jerome, Amanda, Duds and myself make a brake from the pack and nearly beat the fitties back to the pub and would have done had it not been for Jerome's inability to open a gate.
A virtually empty pub greeted us and excellent chips with mayo (its very worrying how much salt people like) were washed down with the usual assortment of beverages except for Neil's cloudy cider. I'm sure the conversation was excellent but I was sitting in the middle with Jules and Martin playing with their iphones so hope the rest of you had a good time. Hey maybe one day we can all sit round with our iphones and occasionally grunt at each other when a goal goes in or smile when Duds sends us something particularly interesting to view. Just kidding - Kate was telling me about her son at university who is being severely restricted in his movements by a girlfriend from home. The lesson for all our kids - dump the girlfriend / boyfriend before you go off to uni. Plenty of time for them later.
A quick warning to all you current non-runners. You will undoubtedly be picked on to do the run report when you return from your enforced absences as I was. Actually I think Steve was the primary instigator of that. Don't let that put you off though and look forward to seeing you all next week at The Gate, Bryants Bottom at 7pm.
Oh yes Lulu was very well behaved - there that's everyone mentioned (as Duds likes to say)
John
The Bull and Butcher in Turville welcomed (in no order of preference) me, Duds, Jerome, Neil, Kate, Susie, Martin, Steve, Amanda, Fred, Chris, Jules and Lulu on a sunny, dry yet cool evening.
Having only been running once before this season, I had forgotten that Chris and Jules were always late but true to form they strolled in at two minutes past seven having run the six miles or so from Radnage. A poor effort indeed. Jerome and Duds just couldn't wait and dashed off without telling anyone. Susie didn't care and asked if anyone had noticed that as well as running like old men, they had even begun to talk like them! This was greeted with some mirth and was followed by even more names being placed into the same category. My inclination to moan about my knee problems was immediately extinguished and I felt absolutely fine all the way round. Chris on the other hand let himself down by letting us know that his mum had kept all her old tights for him just in case he needed them for his calf.
Fred had chosen a stunning route through glorious countryside and all the pre-run concerns about distance soon evaporated as we ran into the deer park and passed impressive Stonor House. Jules was in his element with his camera with the passing deer, plentiful bluebells and very colourful runners - Kate was sporting pink this week whilst Neil was trying out orange. I had a yellow waterproof top to keep me warm, sorry I mean to make me look like a good runner. There were two steep climbs which people dealt with well and the fitties kept the rest of the field moving pretty well. Martin was pretending he was not a fitty by running in the middle of the field - think we have yet to see his true potential. Mind you the the rear views do tend to be far nicer there and can take one's mind off the running. Each stop made was reasonably brief so the distance of over 6 miles did not feel quite such hard work. The last mile or so saw Jerome, Amanda, Duds and myself make a brake from the pack and nearly beat the fitties back to the pub and would have done had it not been for Jerome's inability to open a gate.
A virtually empty pub greeted us and excellent chips with mayo (its very worrying how much salt people like) were washed down with the usual assortment of beverages except for Neil's cloudy cider. I'm sure the conversation was excellent but I was sitting in the middle with Jules and Martin playing with their iphones so hope the rest of you had a good time. Hey maybe one day we can all sit round with our iphones and occasionally grunt at each other when a goal goes in or smile when Duds sends us something particularly interesting to view. Just kidding - Kate was telling me about her son at university who is being severely restricted in his movements by a girlfriend from home. The lesson for all our kids - dump the girlfriend / boyfriend before you go off to uni. Plenty of time for them later.
A quick warning to all you current non-runners. You will undoubtedly be picked on to do the run report when you return from your enforced absences as I was. Actually I think Steve was the primary instigator of that. Don't let that put you off though and look forward to seeing you all next week at The Gate, Bryants Bottom at 7pm.
Oh yes Lulu was very well behaved - there that's everyone mentioned (as Duds likes to say)
John
Friday, May 07, 2010
The Sheperds Crook, Crowell - 5th May 2010 (Run 6)
Run Report by Martin
It was a cool but dry evening, and there was a certain note of excitement and anticipation in the air as we assembled outside a “new” pub, for a “new” run, designed by Neil. In the pre-run discussions somebody heard Neil say “There is one hill” tonight. This became a subject of debate later!
In attendance on this evening were Jerome, Fred and Lulu (the lab.), Selwyn, Steve, Kate, Neil, Jules, Amanda, Susie, Chris (Mr Bump), Mark and a special appearance from Aude.
To my surprise, the excitement and anticipation manifested itself in a series of false starts, leaving myself, Steve, Neil, Jules and Chris waiting patiently for the official start time of 1900 hrs BST. I panicked slightly at this point.
Soon enough we were all underway, and the group kind of got together on the climb up the gulley from the Ridgeway. This was a fairly good climb lasting about 10 minutes and required some special stretching at the top, advised by Neil (personal trainer). I’m sure he just wanted to see if the girls could get in those positions!
We then hit the road for a short spell towards Sprig’s Alley before turning into Sunley Wood. This started out as a pacy trot downwards, followed by a pleasant flat trail where we then stopped for a breather. It was now that we realised Neil had not been accurate when stating “There is one hill” tonight!
After re-grouping at the top and admiring the female mountain bikers’ lovely bike (Jules said it was carbon), we proceeded along Bledlow Ridge towards Chinnor Hill and re-grouped at the fitties/fatties split. At this point Aude had a dilemma. Should she enjoy the rare opportunity to run side by side with her husband and catch up on things, or should she stay with the girls and have a proper chat?
After a tricky decent, we ran back along the Ridgeway and finally turned back for the Pub. A welcome site indeed.
Conversations in the pub were many and varied. In between beer, wine and crisps there did seem to be a Garmin face-off. I think Jules won that! All in all, a very good evening.
Next week’s run is from the Bull and Butcher in Turville. 7pm kick off.I hope somebody knows the route?
Saturday, May 01, 2010
The Chequers, Wheeler End - 28th April 2010 (Run 5)
Run Report by Neil
A merry mix of fitties and fatties assembled at the Chequers in Wheeler End for a run designed to admire and take in the beauty of the Bluebells in the woods. Nice idea but the bluebells just werent playing ball. Apparently according to Mr Taylor it was because they needed a bit of moisture.
Other runners were Jules, Chris, Susie. Amanda, Steve, Jerome, Mark, Selwyn, John, Rob, Stella, Kate and Martin. The pace was set by Mark and Selwyn for the first 20 yards.... yes it was before others had started running but thats not the point.
The run took us through fields to the blue, or not so bluebells. It was at this point when the moment happened that I am sure will define the run and make it memorable. Yes here it is....... Susie I am very very sorry. Ok so maybe they didnt say it was a Bingo Wing like I said, but the rash is apparently not contagious. Sorry Susie.
A beautiful and extended run from last year saw us take in Adams Park and the surrounding fields. My only complaint was the severity of the hill after that..... it certainly was big but not very clever. Oh and the bugs. I think at one point Steve and I took in our daily dose of protein in one breath leading to the rubbing of eyes and a slight amount of gagging. (Clean your minds up)
Back to the pub after just over 5 miles and I personally felt cheated by the lack of chips. NO CHIPS, NO CHIPS?? Come on how hard can it be?
Another enjoyable evening with friends in the beautiful countryside.
Next weeks run is from the Shepherds Crook in Crowell a new venue which should be fun. 7pm meet.
A merry mix of fitties and fatties assembled at the Chequers in Wheeler End for a run designed to admire and take in the beauty of the Bluebells in the woods. Nice idea but the bluebells just werent playing ball. Apparently according to Mr Taylor it was because they needed a bit of moisture.
Other runners were Jules, Chris, Susie. Amanda, Steve, Jerome, Mark, Selwyn, John, Rob, Stella, Kate and Martin. The pace was set by Mark and Selwyn for the first 20 yards.... yes it was before others had started running but thats not the point.
The run took us through fields to the blue, or not so bluebells. It was at this point when the moment happened that I am sure will define the run and make it memorable. Yes here it is....... Susie I am very very sorry. Ok so maybe they didnt say it was a Bingo Wing like I said, but the rash is apparently not contagious. Sorry Susie.
A beautiful and extended run from last year saw us take in Adams Park and the surrounding fields. My only complaint was the severity of the hill after that..... it certainly was big but not very clever. Oh and the bugs. I think at one point Steve and I took in our daily dose of protein in one breath leading to the rubbing of eyes and a slight amount of gagging. (Clean your minds up)
Back to the pub after just over 5 miles and I personally felt cheated by the lack of chips. NO CHIPS, NO CHIPS?? Come on how hard can it be?
Another enjoyable evening with friends in the beautiful countryside.
Next weeks run is from the Shepherds Crook in Crowell a new venue which should be fun. 7pm meet.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
The Dog & Badger, 21st April (Run 4)
Run report by Susie
A good turnout met at the Dog and Badger, Medmenham on a glorious April evening. The Bartlett’s were well represented; Fred & Jerome with Holly and Anna (the length of the girl’s legs prompted much discussion and they not only looked good they ran very well too!) Amanda (& Jules, who was not running, good luck for the marathon on Sunday!), Kate, Steve, Duds, Selwyn, Chris & I.
You will have to forgive me for not mentioning where the route took us because I haven’t a clue, so I will concentrate on the other features of the run. Beautiful countryside, the first bloom of bluebells and a warm April evening made the running enjoyable. It was noted that Chris & Jerome sporting the same colour t-shirts and shorts were almost indistinguishable from each other (not sure I’d mix them up but Fred was having trouble telling them apart…should I worry?!)
Nosey cows were a feature of the run (no, not Amanda, Kate, Fred & I!). Cows with their young calves were looking pretty frisky and they were not happy with a group of runners entering their field. It took some of our brave men to shoo them out of the way and a brisk pace was maintained until we were safely over the next stile.
Around 60 mins and 6 miles later we returned to the Dog and Badger. The pub has been taken over and renovated and apart from slightly slow service, will probably be back on our list of ‘good running pubs’. I believe the chips were good but were all gone by the time the girls had changed and returned to the table. Other highlights; a G&T costs the same as a pint, so no complaints please boys.
Conversation was lively; Duds shared his colonic irrigation experience with us, what a great birthday present idea! Talked us through the experience of flushing out the system and the long unseen bits of detritus…..just then David and Spider turned up!
Can’t remember much else but look forward to another scenic run next week, chosen for it’s
abundance of bluebell woods.
Next week’s run: 7pm, The Chequers, Wheeler End Common
A good turnout met at the Dog and Badger, Medmenham on a glorious April evening. The Bartlett’s were well represented; Fred & Jerome with Holly and Anna (the length of the girl’s legs prompted much discussion and they not only looked good they ran very well too!) Amanda (& Jules, who was not running, good luck for the marathon on Sunday!), Kate, Steve, Duds, Selwyn, Chris & I.
You will have to forgive me for not mentioning where the route took us because I haven’t a clue, so I will concentrate on the other features of the run. Beautiful countryside, the first bloom of bluebells and a warm April evening made the running enjoyable. It was noted that Chris & Jerome sporting the same colour t-shirts and shorts were almost indistinguishable from each other (not sure I’d mix them up but Fred was having trouble telling them apart…should I worry?!)
Nosey cows were a feature of the run (no, not Amanda, Kate, Fred & I!). Cows with their young calves were looking pretty frisky and they were not happy with a group of runners entering their field. It took some of our brave men to shoo them out of the way and a brisk pace was maintained until we were safely over the next stile.
Around 60 mins and 6 miles later we returned to the Dog and Badger. The pub has been taken over and renovated and apart from slightly slow service, will probably be back on our list of ‘good running pubs’. I believe the chips were good but were all gone by the time the girls had changed and returned to the table. Other highlights; a G&T costs the same as a pint, so no complaints please boys.
Conversation was lively; Duds shared his colonic irrigation experience with us, what a great birthday present idea! Talked us through the experience of flushing out the system and the long unseen bits of detritus…..just then David and Spider turned up!
Can’t remember much else but look forward to another scenic run next week, chosen for it’s
abundance of bluebell woods.
Next week’s run: 7pm, The Chequers, Wheeler End Common
Thursday, April 15, 2010
The Crooked Billet, 14th April 2010 (Run 3)
Run Report by Jerome
On a clear but chilly April spring evening Jules, Amanda, Susie, Duds, Martin, Fred, Miss Anna Bartlett, Steve and myself huddled in our cars keeping warm before Baz & Kate arrived after a warm up jog from Flackwell. Doug had threatened to join but disappointingly for the elite fatties, failed yet again to show.
The usual route into Bloom Woods and up to the top of Winchbottom Lane was a challenging start for some but Anna soon realised that keeping up with this group wasn’t going to be as difficult as she thought.
A gentle meander down the road before the climb towards the bypass was almost enjoyable………..but not quite! At the top Duds, a new entry to the elite fatties club this year, and myself, a life time member, split off from the main pack as we felt the need to take on the original Death Hill. Amazingly we both ran the whole thing, albeit slower than the hambleden broadband connection. For us a pleasant final stretch saw us arrive back at the Crooked Billet as the others were arriving. They had headed down to Little Marlow taking the easier route before winding up Fern Lane back to the pub. I believe that Martin at this stage wanted to join the elite fatties but my son, the entry fee is heavy.
Into the pub where the first round of drinks was quickly followed by the arrival of sandwiches and roast potatoes kindly arranged (but not paid for) by Baz.
A steady stream of guests and regulars came in including Rodders with Freddie and Sam Hucks who had been rugbying and then by Liz and Stella who just wanted to eye up the male runners.
What conversations did we have? Well being at one end and being next to Duds the conversations can become quite one sided but I’m sure the word porn was mentioned at least once. Talking of which the girls were fairly impressive on the drinks front last night consuming lager, gin and tonics and small wines – is the message getting through I hear the men say? Brett is it safe to come back now or even better Sarah where are you in Brett’s absence. One or two regulars seem to be conspicuous by their absence thus far this year and as we move on to Week 4 the only 100%’s are I believe Jules, Amanda, Kate, Baz, Steve and myself. Before Susie complains to be a 100%er you have to go for a drink too to qualify.
Hoping that my choice for next week of The Dog and Badger at Medmenham meets with everyone’s approval as I have heard it is quite good now having changed hands last year. My quest for a new pub made me consider the Three Horsehoes at Burroughs Grove (limited run options) and The Brittania (don’t want to die yet). Middle Assendon seemed to be a bit far to go this early on in the year.
Take care all.
1845 hours again
Jerome
On a clear but chilly April spring evening Jules, Amanda, Susie, Duds, Martin, Fred, Miss Anna Bartlett, Steve and myself huddled in our cars keeping warm before Baz & Kate arrived after a warm up jog from Flackwell. Doug had threatened to join but disappointingly for the elite fatties, failed yet again to show.
The usual route into Bloom Woods and up to the top of Winchbottom Lane was a challenging start for some but Anna soon realised that keeping up with this group wasn’t going to be as difficult as she thought.
A gentle meander down the road before the climb towards the bypass was almost enjoyable………..but not quite! At the top Duds, a new entry to the elite fatties club this year, and myself, a life time member, split off from the main pack as we felt the need to take on the original Death Hill. Amazingly we both ran the whole thing, albeit slower than the hambleden broadband connection. For us a pleasant final stretch saw us arrive back at the Crooked Billet as the others were arriving. They had headed down to Little Marlow taking the easier route before winding up Fern Lane back to the pub. I believe that Martin at this stage wanted to join the elite fatties but my son, the entry fee is heavy.
Into the pub where the first round of drinks was quickly followed by the arrival of sandwiches and roast potatoes kindly arranged (but not paid for) by Baz.
A steady stream of guests and regulars came in including Rodders with Freddie and Sam Hucks who had been rugbying and then by Liz and Stella who just wanted to eye up the male runners.
What conversations did we have? Well being at one end and being next to Duds the conversations can become quite one sided but I’m sure the word porn was mentioned at least once. Talking of which the girls were fairly impressive on the drinks front last night consuming lager, gin and tonics and small wines – is the message getting through I hear the men say? Brett is it safe to come back now or even better Sarah where are you in Brett’s absence. One or two regulars seem to be conspicuous by their absence thus far this year and as we move on to Week 4 the only 100%’s are I believe Jules, Amanda, Kate, Baz, Steve and myself. Before Susie complains to be a 100%er you have to go for a drink too to qualify.
Hoping that my choice for next week of The Dog and Badger at Medmenham meets with everyone’s approval as I have heard it is quite good now having changed hands last year. My quest for a new pub made me consider the Three Horsehoes at Burroughs Grove (limited run options) and The Brittania (don’t want to die yet). Middle Assendon seemed to be a bit far to go this early on in the year.
Take care all.
1845 hours again
Jerome
Monday, April 12, 2010
The Peacock, 7th April 2010
Run Report by Kate
My apologies for the lateness of this report, a much depleted band of ‘merry runners’, met at 6.30pm at the Peacock, last Wednesday. There were various theories as to why our numbers were so low, maybe the Easter holidays or was it now that I am back running again on a Wednesday you are all going to avoid me?? The band included myself, Susie, Amanda, Jules, Baz, Stella, Steve, Jerome and last but not least putting in a special guest appearance, Una.
The run itself was sort of up and down with some straight grassy bits, one particularly nasty long hill, up to Frieth, which tested everyone’s stamina. Luckily for us Jules took a wrong turn and after 42mins we were back at the pub and ready for nibbles, much to Steve’s disgust who thought it could and should have been longer, bearing in mind the majority of those present were ‘fitties’! Stella managed to find 2 calf hooves to eat, the first was promptly taken off her by Baz but not the second which she took pleasure in eating. I must admit that it was with some caution that I approach my car later, after Stella had been in residence for a couple of hours, as I felt sure that what she had eaten may have returned in some fashion, but the air was clear and we could all breath easily! Then Rob got in the car!
The land lady in the pub was very welcoming, the football was on, which meant those that were interested could keep up with the score. I can’t remember much about the conversation in the pub apart from the fact that Jerome informed us that he and John were thinking of building a retirement complex for themselves on some ground that used to belong to the factory. How nice, perhaps we could all move in???
This weeks run is from the Crooked Billet, Flackwell Heath at 6.45pm, I am reliably informed that there will be chips afterwards, but could we all make sure we park across the road from the pub to ensure we do not block their car park.
I trust we will see more runners there this week than last???
Love you all
Kate
My apologies for the lateness of this report, a much depleted band of ‘merry runners’, met at 6.30pm at the Peacock, last Wednesday. There were various theories as to why our numbers were so low, maybe the Easter holidays or was it now that I am back running again on a Wednesday you are all going to avoid me?? The band included myself, Susie, Amanda, Jules, Baz, Stella, Steve, Jerome and last but not least putting in a special guest appearance, Una.
The run itself was sort of up and down with some straight grassy bits, one particularly nasty long hill, up to Frieth, which tested everyone’s stamina. Luckily for us Jules took a wrong turn and after 42mins we were back at the pub and ready for nibbles, much to Steve’s disgust who thought it could and should have been longer, bearing in mind the majority of those present were ‘fitties’! Stella managed to find 2 calf hooves to eat, the first was promptly taken off her by Baz but not the second which she took pleasure in eating. I must admit that it was with some caution that I approach my car later, after Stella had been in residence for a couple of hours, as I felt sure that what she had eaten may have returned in some fashion, but the air was clear and we could all breath easily! Then Rob got in the car!
The land lady in the pub was very welcoming, the football was on, which meant those that were interested could keep up with the score. I can’t remember much about the conversation in the pub apart from the fact that Jerome informed us that he and John were thinking of building a retirement complex for themselves on some ground that used to belong to the factory. How nice, perhaps we could all move in???
This weeks run is from the Crooked Billet, Flackwell Heath at 6.45pm, I am reliably informed that there will be chips afterwards, but could we all make sure we park across the road from the pub to ensure we do not block their car park.
I trust we will see more runners there this week than last???
Love you all
Kate
Thursday, April 01, 2010
The Royal Oak, Bovingdon Green. 31st March 2010 (run 1)
Run report by Amanda
I have agreed to write the first report of the season because it means that for at least the next 3 months at the end of the evening when Steve asks if I will do the report, I can say "NO because I have already done one - pick on someone else". It also means that I get to choose next week's pub and I have a lot to choose from.
Well doesn't time fly - the 2010 Wednesday running season has started again and the turn out was good bearing in mind the recent weather. Selwyn, Steve, Duds, Chris, Susie, Doug, Kate, Jerome, Rob (wearing tights similar to those worn by Rudolph Nureyev), Jules (who ran there as part of his marathon training and who timed his arrival time to perfection), Martin, Neil and me.
I was very impressed that Martin had decided to come along because for the past year he has told us consistently how he hates running but perhaps the promise by the Hucks and Roddicks of copious beer after the run made him change his mind.
Neil arrived a bit late and we had all left so he went for a run on his own where he met up with Heather in the woods and made her run rather than walk - well he is a personal trainer so what do you expect?
We all set off and ran the usual first run route. I made the big mistake of saying after about 10 minutes that we were really lucky with the weather. No sooner had those words come out of my big mouth than it started hailing - but luckily we were in the woods and it had stopped by the time we emerged. The fatties (some of whom were fitties last season but perhaps will promote themselves as the season proceeds) left us half way through which meant that I was now the slowest fittie (by default) and it was quite muddy and slippy in places which made me even slower.
The run was 4 miles exactly and we made it back in the light. Chris very kindly bought the first round as it was his birthday on Monday - thanks Chris. In the pub some of the boys (but not the spouses of any of the girls as they know better) dared to mention that the girls should pay a higher contribution to the kitty as the wine is more expensive than the beer. Well guys, my response to that on behalf of the girls cannot be put to print but I have organised for our chilled vintage champagne to be ready for us when we return from next week's run.
I guess we should still start at 6.30 next week but happy to delay to 6.45 if you think the light will hold out. Next week's run will be from the Peacock, Lane End.
Have a great Easter and see you next week.
Amanda
I have agreed to write the first report of the season because it means that for at least the next 3 months at the end of the evening when Steve asks if I will do the report, I can say "NO because I have already done one - pick on someone else". It also means that I get to choose next week's pub and I have a lot to choose from.
Well doesn't time fly - the 2010 Wednesday running season has started again and the turn out was good bearing in mind the recent weather. Selwyn, Steve, Duds, Chris, Susie, Doug, Kate, Jerome, Rob (wearing tights similar to those worn by Rudolph Nureyev), Jules (who ran there as part of his marathon training and who timed his arrival time to perfection), Martin, Neil and me.
I was very impressed that Martin had decided to come along because for the past year he has told us consistently how he hates running but perhaps the promise by the Hucks and Roddicks of copious beer after the run made him change his mind.
Neil arrived a bit late and we had all left so he went for a run on his own where he met up with Heather in the woods and made her run rather than walk - well he is a personal trainer so what do you expect?
We all set off and ran the usual first run route. I made the big mistake of saying after about 10 minutes that we were really lucky with the weather. No sooner had those words come out of my big mouth than it started hailing - but luckily we were in the woods and it had stopped by the time we emerged. The fatties (some of whom were fitties last season but perhaps will promote themselves as the season proceeds) left us half way through which meant that I was now the slowest fittie (by default) and it was quite muddy and slippy in places which made me even slower.
The run was 4 miles exactly and we made it back in the light. Chris very kindly bought the first round as it was his birthday on Monday - thanks Chris. In the pub some of the boys (but not the spouses of any of the girls as they know better) dared to mention that the girls should pay a higher contribution to the kitty as the wine is more expensive than the beer. Well guys, my response to that on behalf of the girls cannot be put to print but I have organised for our chilled vintage champagne to be ready for us when we return from next week's run.
I guess we should still start at 6.30 next week but happy to delay to 6.45 if you think the light will hold out. Next week's run will be from the Peacock, Lane End.
Have a great Easter and see you next week.
Amanda
Monday, March 08, 2010
2010 Season - Run No. 1 - The Royal Oak Bovingdon Green, 31st March
6:30pm Start!
We've had a couple of enquiries from people wishing to join the group (see right) ... any views?
Monday, September 21, 2009
The Grouse and Ale, Lane End. 16th September 2009 (25th)
Run report by Brett
Last nights venue was The Grouse & Ale preceeded by a surprisingly pleasant Jules Hucks designed run. Participants were: Spellbound, Presso, JB, Jules, Jewels, Amanda, Rodders, Duds and myself who in arriving last was given the reporting duty but thankfully not the ever contentious choice of next weeks end of school outing.
All of you who have attended a run this season are invited, infact actively encouraged, to come along next week when the plan is to run from the car park of Bourne End railway station and then adjourn to The Bounty for drinks before moving onto The Last Viceroy in Bourne End for Indian food. I will need numbers of those who intend eating so that I can book a table for around 8.30/9pm. If you could let me know asap I would be most grateful.
Meanwhile, back in Lane End at 6.50pm we set off from the pub, through ASBO central where we copped a few choice comments from a group of LEVI's, before entering woodland, scarpering over delightful countryside and then returning via Booker via the less scenic route of a field adjacent to the hard shoulder of the M40 on one side and Booker Air Park on the other. As we approached the village after 4.75 miles and 55 minutes, gun shots could plainly be heared and the sky was burning fire red. Another riot on the Simmons Way Estate???... not not at all just some jolly clay pigeon shooting and a fabulous sunset for all to enjoy.......
So with that picture in mind, I will leave you with the news that Susie made it to the pub after her governors meeting, the chips were more skinny than chunky, Simon Shaw is signing his autobiography at the Eden Centre this afternoon, Michael Hunt doesnt exist other than in the film Porkys and all of its sequels, Jules is 50 next year, Carverys arent worth attending unless you are first in the queue, the service at the Cheerful Sole is inadequate and I plainly heard JB shout the words 'where is my fxxking drink?'
See you next week.
Brett
The Flower Pot, Aston nr Henley. 9th September 2009 (24)
Quickie report by Jules - (please add comments)
We met (Jules ran there), we waited for Selwyn. We mused as to his demise as he was last seen with a puncture. Steve went to the rescue. We set off. We ran about 5 miles on a lovely evening with great views and a calming final 2 miles on the Thames path.
Steve met us back at the Pub having cycled home and back. Selwyn had called home and been rescued by his wife but didn't see Steve. Selwyn ran the last part of the run with Duds.
Pub chat was as convivial as usual, surrounded by a lot of stuffed fish and many other animals whilst England beat the Croatians 5-1 in the other bar. Chios not bad, service very average.
Friday, September 04, 2009
The Chequers, Wheeler End Common, 2nd September 2009
Run Report by Duds
The expression "as wet as an Otter's pocket" springs to mind when I cast my mind back to last Wednesday evening.
The nine madmen and madladies (plus David A who cycled to the pub for a drink from Marlow) endured what must be the wettest Wednesday night run in the history of Wednesday night runs and probably one of the most memorable for another reason which I shall allude to a little later on. It was a horrible evening. Cold too. We could have set up our own glass-cutting factory with all the erect nipples on show that evening....
Susie and I were a little tardy in arriving at the pub (which is why I'm writing this report having lost the toss with Susie) and joined Jules S, Jules H, John B, Selwyn, Steve, Neil and Presso who were huddled under a small hut roof away from the deluge. The latter took some persuading but we eventually left (already soaked within yards) at high speed in the usual direction.
Even in the woods we were no better off and so we all just got on with it like the tough citizens we are and ran the usual route (minus the tour of Adams Park) with a minimum of fuss. In fact, the "fatties" especially seemed to really appreciate the extra oxygen availability in the air created by the rain (that one's for Fred). We probably all shaved at least one second off our best ever run times.....
Anyway, nearing the end and through my steamed up night vision goggles, when turning the corner to the Chequers, I could easily make out the blue flashing lights of three fire engines parked in our path. Those warming thoughts of a nice pint of bitter, a pack of pork scratchings and maybe a bowl of hot chips promptly disappeared as we all realised that our pub was on fire ! Then, to add to our woeful evening, Neil, who I noticed had been running with Jules S and Susie pretty much all evening, told us that he had lost his car key fob whilst whipping out his hankie from his pocket to wipe something [though he wouldn't say exactly what it was he was trying to clean up].
A change of pub was required and the Peacock it was. A few cheap beers, terribly expensive wines J and averagely expensive bowls of chips later and we were all just about starting to dry off (even in our dry clothes). I have no idea what was being discussed at other tables so I won't comment but it was thoroughly nice to be out of the rain for a while. Amanda H and Chris R joined us by car with David, as wet as the rest of us, by bike.
Jules H (not Jules S) and Neil bravely ventured back to the woods for a spot of off-roading in order to try and find Neil's car key fob. Did they ever return I wonder ?
Jules H (not Jules S) and Neil bravely ventured back to the woods for a spot of off-roading in order to try and find Neil's car key fob. Did they ever return I wonder ?
Next week's run is to be at the slightly earlier time of 6:45 pm from the Flowerpot at Remenham (you know, the one with the never-ending finish along the Thames ?) but I'm not sure if that is because of the shortening daylight hours or because the run is apparently a 7-miler ? A short-cut for the fatties is required me thinks (Jules H/Chris R - can you organise this please ? - unless you want to see a very small turn-out from the non-professional-athletes that is).
See you all next week when hopefully the weather will be a little more friendly.
Duds.
Duds.
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Prince Albert, Frieth - 26th August 2009 (run 22)
Run report by Presso.
It was a typical evening for early October. Dark, damp and with a substantial breeze blowing around that feted village in the back end of hells-arse.
Jules "exorcist" Hucks and Chris "Saint-of-travellers" Preston waited for back up for as long as possible, thankfully, because Baz " hound-from-hell" Hawkins arrived and we felt better about venturing out into the storm.
As is customary in these parts, a small tornado the circumference of Frieth, was blowing ensuring we ran into the wind the whole way round. The exorcist howled for the riddance of the devil but I insisted we continued on the given route, and, with the hound-from-hell as back-up I had my way. The cold gnawed at my bones and the rain seeped in through every pore but we still resisted the extra loop the "exorcist" would have us do, knowing that that would be our undoing....???....!!!!....
We arrived back at the hostlery after facing the demons for a full 40 minutes and thankfully there was a welcome on that hill-side. Brakspears.
Never let it be said that the devils brew comes in a blue and red tin with a bee on it.
At the pub Amanda was the first to arrive, avec serpent handbag, which did put the wind up the hound-from-hell but was quickly tamed by the patron Saint-of-travellers and the conversation quickly turned to double-barrelled surnames. Obviously, the hound-from-hell and the patron Saint-of-travellers, being tripled-barreled were excluded but there was a general disquiet at the double-barreled fraternity.
Kate "Winslet-"Newberry arrived for her birthday drink, but a tad late to share it with anyone else. With the night already drawn in at 2100hrs and the devils worshippers sated we departed whence we had come, in the full knowledge that salvation will be forthcoming at The Cheques at Wheeler End Common on Wednesday next.
Hope a few more of you can make it next week.
Presso
It was a typical evening for early October. Dark, damp and with a substantial breeze blowing around that feted village in the back end of hells-arse.
Jules "exorcist" Hucks and Chris "Saint-of-travellers" Preston waited for back up for as long as possible, thankfully, because Baz " hound-from-hell" Hawkins arrived and we felt better about venturing out into the storm.
As is customary in these parts, a small tornado the circumference of Frieth, was blowing ensuring we ran into the wind the whole way round. The exorcist howled for the riddance of the devil but I insisted we continued on the given route, and, with the hound-from-hell as back-up I had my way. The cold gnawed at my bones and the rain seeped in through every pore but we still resisted the extra loop the "exorcist" would have us do, knowing that that would be our undoing....???....!!!!....
We arrived back at the hostlery after facing the demons for a full 40 minutes and thankfully there was a welcome on that hill-side. Brakspears.
Never let it be said that the devils brew comes in a blue and red tin with a bee on it.
At the pub Amanda was the first to arrive, avec serpent handbag, which did put the wind up the hound-from-hell but was quickly tamed by the patron Saint-of-travellers and the conversation quickly turned to double-barrelled surnames. Obviously, the hound-from-hell and the patron Saint-of-travellers, being tripled-barreled were excluded but there was a general disquiet at the double-barreled fraternity.
Kate "Winslet-"Newberry arrived for her birthday drink, but a tad late to share it with anyone else. With the night already drawn in at 2100hrs and the devils worshippers sated we departed whence we had come, in the full knowledge that salvation will be forthcoming at The Cheques at Wheeler End Common on Wednesday next.
Hope a few more of you can make it next week.
Presso
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Two Brewers, Marlow - 19th August 2009 (run 21)
Report by John Bartlett
Hello diminishing running group
A small but select group of misfits turned up outside the Two Brewers in Marlow on what was officially the last proper summer's day this year. Attendees were Jules S, Brett, Presso, David and yours truly.
The evening was lovely and warm with a little breeze that just helped to keep the runners cool following the dynamic early pace set by David - wait for it - on his bike. Over Marlow Park through various gangs of low life, running parallel with the river for a time and then up to Harleyford, Danesfield School, back down Happy Valley, Pound Lane and through Marlow Park where surprise surprise aforesaid low life had decided to leave the park with most of the local Sainburys alcohol cabinet strewn over it.
A very nice run indeed albeit perhaps a little longer than anticipated by Brett but achieved nonchantly by Presso showing all his old athleticism after a break of supposedly almost two months. He put this down to a new attitude brought about by hours spent with various horticultural specimens in the backwaters of Oxfordshire. Apparently gardening is an anti-depressant so when you're feeling a bit low or you've had a bad day in the office or your wife isn't talking to you or the kids are moaning or your husband is more interested in the Ashes than you or your football team has just lost or you're just plain bored, follow Presso's example and get out there and dig.
Diana joined us back at the ranch as it was her local after all only to give us the surprising news that she is leaving BA to look after David, I mean spend more time on her property empire. Her other surprising revelation of the evening was her love of Honda Civics. More particularly three door ones in blue. Of course David had been excited beyond belief to go hunting for one of these. I believe they did find one but it was green. Diana was not even drinking!
The really good news of the night was the excellent management of the kitty for the evening by Brett. Two plates of sausages with chilli dip and chips with lashings of lager, breaky's and wine (well perhaps Jules didn't overdo the wine which explained a bit) but nevertheless confidence was restored and I believe Brett and Presso may even have stayed for a fifth. Brett was making the most of his last day of holidays and the return of family from Greece. Apparently he has manged to keep the shower and basin clean as per instructions but the other bathroom facility condition is far from certain.
I am off to SA next week but I understand the Prince Albert in Frieth has not been frequented this year so we will meet there hopefully with a few more holiday returnees. Could be the last 7pm start this year I'm afraid.
See you soon.
John
Hello diminishing running group
A small but select group of misfits turned up outside the Two Brewers in Marlow on what was officially the last proper summer's day this year. Attendees were Jules S, Brett, Presso, David and yours truly.
The evening was lovely and warm with a little breeze that just helped to keep the runners cool following the dynamic early pace set by David - wait for it - on his bike. Over Marlow Park through various gangs of low life, running parallel with the river for a time and then up to Harleyford, Danesfield School, back down Happy Valley, Pound Lane and through Marlow Park where surprise surprise aforesaid low life had decided to leave the park with most of the local Sainburys alcohol cabinet strewn over it.
A very nice run indeed albeit perhaps a little longer than anticipated by Brett but achieved nonchantly by Presso showing all his old athleticism after a break of supposedly almost two months. He put this down to a new attitude brought about by hours spent with various horticultural specimens in the backwaters of Oxfordshire. Apparently gardening is an anti-depressant so when you're feeling a bit low or you've had a bad day in the office or your wife isn't talking to you or the kids are moaning or your husband is more interested in the Ashes than you or your football team has just lost or you're just plain bored, follow Presso's example and get out there and dig.
Diana joined us back at the ranch as it was her local after all only to give us the surprising news that she is leaving BA to look after David, I mean spend more time on her property empire. Her other surprising revelation of the evening was her love of Honda Civics. More particularly three door ones in blue. Of course David had been excited beyond belief to go hunting for one of these. I believe they did find one but it was green. Diana was not even drinking!
The really good news of the night was the excellent management of the kitty for the evening by Brett. Two plates of sausages with chilli dip and chips with lashings of lager, breaky's and wine (well perhaps Jules didn't overdo the wine which explained a bit) but nevertheless confidence was restored and I believe Brett and Presso may even have stayed for a fifth. Brett was making the most of his last day of holidays and the return of family from Greece. Apparently he has manged to keep the shower and basin clean as per instructions but the other bathroom facility condition is far from certain.
I am off to SA next week but I understand the Prince Albert in Frieth has not been frequented this year so we will meet there hopefully with a few more holiday returnees. Could be the last 7pm start this year I'm afraid.
See you soon.
John
Fox & Hounds, Christmas Common - 12th August 2009 (no. 20)
Run report by Brett Rivett
The last time, I ran from the Fox and Hounds a couple of years ago, we were unable to have our post run drink there as Raymond Blanc had just leased it as one of the venues for his BBC 'The Restaurant' series. Instead we scooted off to the Bull & Butcher for chips and beer. I remember a fine evening.
Now I start on this subject of food as I believe that despite what appears to have been said about the cost of wine, it is the levy now charged for crisps, peanuts, scratchings etc that appears to be seriously affecting the health of our kitty. Our feline friend (to which I owe £3 for sitting at the bar too long whilst ordering your first drinks and having an extra pint)is no longer purring. Instead it appears to have a rather irritating fur ball and one that a £10 weekly fee to the Vetinary surgeon appears not to be able to budge.
Anyway I raise it not to be contentious but because rather like the after exercise drink, the run was a rather disjointed and only slightly wet affair, which saw a group of old knackers (Duds, Me, Sel & Jerome) choosing to run a long way down hill, turn onto The Ridgeway and then walk a long way uphill before witnessing a superb view and continuing back through treacherous woodland to the pub in about 50 minutes. Meanhwhile, the similarly aged but firmer and faster group of Rodders, Neil, Jules x2, John and Amanda took on an extra loop after 25 minutes. That was when we last saw them until they breezed into the pub car park.
Presso was there, already supping his beer. Some sat inside on dry seats, others sat outside on moist bences. (Duds what is the French for moist?) and after considerable crisp crunching, nut gnashing and piggery of the scratchings, we left with a rather sour taste in our mouths, thinking that JB had indeed been overcharged for that second round.
To all going on holiday, have a great time and to those of you around next week, come and join us at a venue that is yet to be announced but where I guarantee chips.
The last time, I ran from the Fox and Hounds a couple of years ago, we were unable to have our post run drink there as Raymond Blanc had just leased it as one of the venues for his BBC 'The Restaurant' series. Instead we scooted off to the Bull & Butcher for chips and beer. I remember a fine evening.
Now I start on this subject of food as I believe that despite what appears to have been said about the cost of wine, it is the levy now charged for crisps, peanuts, scratchings etc that appears to be seriously affecting the health of our kitty. Our feline friend (to which I owe £3 for sitting at the bar too long whilst ordering your first drinks and having an extra pint)is no longer purring. Instead it appears to have a rather irritating fur ball and one that a £10 weekly fee to the Vetinary surgeon appears not to be able to budge.
Anyway I raise it not to be contentious but because rather like the after exercise drink, the run was a rather disjointed and only slightly wet affair, which saw a group of old knackers (Duds, Me, Sel & Jerome) choosing to run a long way down hill, turn onto The Ridgeway and then walk a long way uphill before witnessing a superb view and continuing back through treacherous woodland to the pub in about 50 minutes. Meanhwhile, the similarly aged but firmer and faster group of Rodders, Neil, Jules x2, John and Amanda took on an extra loop after 25 minutes. That was when we last saw them until they breezed into the pub car park.
Presso was there, already supping his beer. Some sat inside on dry seats, others sat outside on moist bences. (Duds what is the French for moist?) and after considerable crisp crunching, nut gnashing and piggery of the scratchings, we left with a rather sour taste in our mouths, thinking that JB had indeed been overcharged for that second round.
To all going on holiday, have a great time and to those of you around next week, come and join us at a venue that is yet to be announced but where I guarantee chips.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Bledlow Ridge Cricket Club - 5th August - run 19
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Run report by Jules Sainter.
Wednesday 5th August marked the first ever occasion of the Wednesday night runners stepping out from Bledlow Ridge Cricket Club (BRCC). The turnout was excellent and comprised me (Jules S), Jules H, Amanda, Susie, Chris, Duds, Selwyn, Neil, Steve, Kate, Baz and Jo (virgin Wednesday night runner). We were initially led to believe that there would be some child accompaniment during the first part of the run but this did not happen due to a cry-off en masse as a result of them all being too tired (I’m sure I’d feel exactly the same faced with a mere 6 weeks of idleness and enjoyment during these summer months).
Despite having lived in Bledlow Ridge since 2005, I am grateful to the running team for introducing me to parts that I have never seen before. For anyone that didn’t attend and might like to run the route themselves (maybe some of the kids?) the basic route was: a right turn out of the cricket club, left turn off the main road, down a bit through some grass, along a road, up a grassy bit with nettles, along a bit, up a hellishly steep hill with mud at the top, across the main road, down through a field with cow pats, along through some long grass and more nettles and up a hill so steep that no-one could possibly run it under any circumstances, and then back along the main road to BRCC.
The plan had been that I would get back early to help my husband, Richard, with the bar and BBQ, but in reality I hobbled in last, having fallen dramatically down a hole during the last leg of the run. Luckily Neil was there to help me out of any trouble I might be in from this by telling Rich that I had fallen over whilst oggling some quad bikers (failing to mention that they were only about 10 (and definitely not my type!))
During the run (not sure of the distance, but I’d say definitely over 5 miles) a group of WAGS was taking advantage of the balmy evening and the cricket club sauvignon blanc, so when we returned there was a buoyant atmosphere, despite the earlier tragedy of Rich discovering that the new barrel of Trbute was off. The girls then enjoyed the comparative luxury of the visitors changing room and 2 showers – luxury indeed compared to a hedge and a packet of wet wipes! Meanwhile Rich fired up the BBQ and the group got stuck into the burger and sausage fest. The allocation was 1 burger and 1 sausage per person but there were 2 sausages left so if the person/people who didn’t get their fair would be kind enough to contact me, I will be happy to send them on by post. On the other hand, Duds was apparently hovering round the BBQ from an early stage and (allegedly) consumed 8 portions, presumably not having eaten since Aude left for France a few days previously.
The group seemed to enjoy the BRCC facilities so I would like to take this opportunity to mention that the cricket club is open to the public for drinks every Friday (6-9pm) and late afternoon / early evening on Saturdays throughout the cricket season. Also, the club would welcome any new adult players who are interested in spending their weekends hanging round a field dressed in white, or any children who would like to join the nets session on a Friday night, whilst their parents get hammered in the bar. (End of ad which Richard made me put in!!!)
I believe the location for next week’s run has already been fixed, so see you all then.
Fox & Hounds, Christmas Common.
Wednesday 5th August marked the first ever occasion of the Wednesday night runners stepping out from Bledlow Ridge Cricket Club (BRCC). The turnout was excellent and comprised me (Jules S), Jules H, Amanda, Susie, Chris, Duds, Selwyn, Neil, Steve, Kate, Baz and Jo (virgin Wednesday night runner). We were initially led to believe that there would be some child accompaniment during the first part of the run but this did not happen due to a cry-off en masse as a result of them all being too tired (I’m sure I’d feel exactly the same faced with a mere 6 weeks of idleness and enjoyment during these summer months).
Despite having lived in Bledlow Ridge since 2005, I am grateful to the running team for introducing me to parts that I have never seen before. For anyone that didn’t attend and might like to run the route themselves (maybe some of the kids?) the basic route was: a right turn out of the cricket club, left turn off the main road, down a bit through some grass, along a road, up a grassy bit with nettles, along a bit, up a hellishly steep hill with mud at the top, across the main road, down through a field with cow pats, along through some long grass and more nettles and up a hill so steep that no-one could possibly run it under any circumstances, and then back along the main road to BRCC.
The plan had been that I would get back early to help my husband, Richard, with the bar and BBQ, but in reality I hobbled in last, having fallen dramatically down a hole during the last leg of the run. Luckily Neil was there to help me out of any trouble I might be in from this by telling Rich that I had fallen over whilst oggling some quad bikers (failing to mention that they were only about 10 (and definitely not my type!))
During the run (not sure of the distance, but I’d say definitely over 5 miles) a group of WAGS was taking advantage of the balmy evening and the cricket club sauvignon blanc, so when we returned there was a buoyant atmosphere, despite the earlier tragedy of Rich discovering that the new barrel of Trbute was off. The girls then enjoyed the comparative luxury of the visitors changing room and 2 showers – luxury indeed compared to a hedge and a packet of wet wipes! Meanwhile Rich fired up the BBQ and the group got stuck into the burger and sausage fest. The allocation was 1 burger and 1 sausage per person but there were 2 sausages left so if the person/people who didn’t get their fair would be kind enough to contact me, I will be happy to send them on by post. On the other hand, Duds was apparently hovering round the BBQ from an early stage and (allegedly) consumed 8 portions, presumably not having eaten since Aude left for France a few days previously.
The group seemed to enjoy the BRCC facilities so I would like to take this opportunity to mention that the cricket club is open to the public for drinks every Friday (6-9pm) and late afternoon / early evening on Saturdays throughout the cricket season. Also, the club would welcome any new adult players who are interested in spending their weekends hanging round a field dressed in white, or any children who would like to join the nets session on a Friday night, whilst their parents get hammered in the bar. (End of ad which Richard made me put in!!!)
I believe the location for next week’s run has already been fixed, so see you all then.
Fox & Hounds, Christmas Common.
Very good show!
Monday, August 03, 2009
The Frog in Skirmett – 29th July 2009 – run no.18
Run report by Jules. After a typically wet Summers day – a day on which the Met Office officially changed it’s Summer forecast from BBQ summer to unpredictable - the weather held off to give us some pleasant conditions for a great run planned by Selwyn.
This particular group of 9 runners and a dog finally came together about 2 miles into the 5 ½ mile run – on the very steep climb from Dolesden to Southend. A series of miscalculations resulted in Chris and me running from Radnage to the wrong pub (in Turville). As it was my error I sprinted towards the Frog where the 6 people who had made it on time ran off as soon as I was in view (about ¼ mile away). I then waited about 5 minutes for Chris to catch up to see Baz arrive with Stella. Fortunately for Baz I was able to direct him up the first footpath and I followed on a few minutes later to discover that Chris had taken a different route from Turville and passed the 6 “ontimers” going in the other direction!
The run was pretty hilly but enjoyed by all – especially the guy who helped Amanda over the barbed wire fence after we got lost near Kimble Farm and had to climb over a fence to get back on track! We passed Gussetts Wood and the Luxters Brewery before descending back into the Hambleden Valley, passing through Colstrope and heading back up the path to Skimett.
The Frog, as always, was most accommodating. Runners were Selwyn, Kate, Amanda, Neil, Baz (with Stella), John, Steve, Chris and me (Jules). We were joined by Steve Sutton, David and Diana in the pub. Topics of conversation included the weather, Prince Albert (and piercings), Planning permission, Rowers Revenge (which is now on again), Jules’ London Marathon and Mental Health – not forgetting a comparison of the cost of wine compared to beer and the proposal that we might consider a girls kitty separate to the boys!
Next week we are running from Bledlow Ridge Cricket Club at 7:00pm where the Sainter’s are opening the Bar and BBQ - we are encouraging everyone to bring their children. Kids will be able to run with us for a short loop and then play Cricket or Tennis (or whatever Saints organises) whilst we run on. See you there...
This particular group of 9 runners and a dog finally came together about 2 miles into the 5 ½ mile run – on the very steep climb from Dolesden to Southend. A series of miscalculations resulted in Chris and me running from Radnage to the wrong pub (in Turville). As it was my error I sprinted towards the Frog where the 6 people who had made it on time ran off as soon as I was in view (about ¼ mile away). I then waited about 5 minutes for Chris to catch up to see Baz arrive with Stella. Fortunately for Baz I was able to direct him up the first footpath and I followed on a few minutes later to discover that Chris had taken a different route from Turville and passed the 6 “ontimers” going in the other direction!
The run was pretty hilly but enjoyed by all – especially the guy who helped Amanda over the barbed wire fence after we got lost near Kimble Farm and had to climb over a fence to get back on track! We passed Gussetts Wood and the Luxters Brewery before descending back into the Hambleden Valley, passing through Colstrope and heading back up the path to Skimett.
The Frog, as always, was most accommodating. Runners were Selwyn, Kate, Amanda, Neil, Baz (with Stella), John, Steve, Chris and me (Jules). We were joined by Steve Sutton, David and Diana in the pub. Topics of conversation included the weather, Prince Albert (and piercings), Planning permission, Rowers Revenge (which is now on again), Jules’ London Marathon and Mental Health – not forgetting a comparison of the cost of wine compared to beer and the proposal that we might consider a girls kitty separate to the boys!
Next week we are running from Bledlow Ridge Cricket Club at 7:00pm where the Sainter’s are opening the Bar and BBQ - we are encouraging everyone to bring their children. Kids will be able to run with us for a short loop and then play Cricket or Tennis (or whatever Saints organises) whilst we run on. See you there...
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