Run report by Stella
We set off on a lovely summer’s evening from the Yew Tree at Frieth. Had a good sniff and reckon the turnout was; Selwyn, Duds, Sarah, Amanda, Jules, Presso, Steve, Spider, Dad (Baz), John, Jerome, Chris & Susie (one of my dearest friends)
Set off into the woods and us fitties managed to lose the fatties pretty quickly, if only they had the tracking skills I have, this sort of thing just wouldn’t happen…..even marked the trail with a few err…calling cards on route, didn’t seem to help.
I wasn’t quite sure from the rancid scent what we were following but when we got to the top of hill I realised it was Chris...best to keep him at the front I reckon for the rest to follow.
Not much live wildlife on the route but managed to find my self a tasty old leg of deer so I had that to chew on for most of the run….delicious! Probably similar to those pork scratching things you guys eat in the pub, only smellier.
Managed to meet up with the fatties on that big hill just after Fingest. Hills don’t bother me much really don’t know what all the fuss is about….all that resting on the bench and puffing and stuff…..you should try just hanging your tongues out and panting, works for me. (and Jerome)
Ran as a pack for the rest of the route and breezed into the carpark after about 5 miles. Dad then took the tasty deer leg off me, think he wanted to take it home for mum.
Took up my usual spot in the pub under the table, some interesting smells, the guy with the flip flops has athlete's foot and those asics trainers have stepped in what I reckon came from a poodle with a dietary imbalance
We were joined by 2 sweeter smelling friends, David & Diana who added to the usual jovial banter.
See you all next week at the Bull & Butcher, Turville, 7pm.
We set off on a lovely summer’s evening from the Yew Tree at Frieth. Had a good sniff and reckon the turnout was; Selwyn, Duds, Sarah, Amanda, Jules, Presso, Steve, Spider, Dad (Baz), John, Jerome, Chris & Susie (one of my dearest friends)
Set off into the woods and us fitties managed to lose the fatties pretty quickly, if only they had the tracking skills I have, this sort of thing just wouldn’t happen…..even marked the trail with a few err…calling cards on route, didn’t seem to help.
I wasn’t quite sure from the rancid scent what we were following but when we got to the top of hill I realised it was Chris...best to keep him at the front I reckon for the rest to follow.
Not much live wildlife on the route but managed to find my self a tasty old leg of deer so I had that to chew on for most of the run….delicious! Probably similar to those pork scratching things you guys eat in the pub, only smellier.
Managed to meet up with the fatties on that big hill just after Fingest. Hills don’t bother me much really don’t know what all the fuss is about….all that resting on the bench and puffing and stuff…..you should try just hanging your tongues out and panting, works for me. (and Jerome)
Ran as a pack for the rest of the route and breezed into the carpark after about 5 miles. Dad then took the tasty deer leg off me, think he wanted to take it home for mum.
Took up my usual spot in the pub under the table, some interesting smells, the guy with the flip flops has athlete's foot and those asics trainers have stepped in what I reckon came from a poodle with a dietary imbalance
We were joined by 2 sweeter smelling friends, David & Diana who added to the usual jovial banter.
See you all next week at the Bull & Butcher, Turville, 7pm.
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