Run Report by Neil
A sunny evening, with a multitude of varying species of insects all wanting to have a good feed on any flesh they could get their teeth into, (do flies have teeth?) greeted runners on the 24th of June and all spirits seemed high as we set off from Jerome’s house in Hambleden
Runners were, and my first apology of the report for some slight, lets call them artistic differences, with names were; Jules, Steve, Jerome, Selwyn, Man with dislocated finger, Susie, Amanda, Chris, Lady all in black. We were later joined by Prezzo and another lady plus Jerome’s wife and Children for a slap up Barbeque back at the ranch.
The run totalled 8.6 km (more for Jules who had run there) and can be described with two words. Up and down. Having set off from Jerome’s house with his, at first, reluctant dog we made our way steadily and then not so steadily, some may say vertically, up to the top of Colstrope Hill. Followed by a nice long down. We then had the only flat part of the run which culminated in a lot of BJs. The number plates in that lovely house!!!! Clean your minds up now.
At this point Chris, Selwyn and dislocated finger man decided to take the path along the valley and head back to Jeromes. The rest of us went for something a bit different and crossed the valley road to do another hill. Not like the first, this WAS steep. Long, straight and steep. At this point can I thank Susie for dragging me up there.
We were rewarded for the next 5 minutes with a long steady downhill where Jules again bemoaned not having his camera with him as the views were fantastic. Jerome then led us down through the woods and, yes you got it, up another hill. A long cruise back down and across the field back to Jerome’s house concluded the run just nicely.
With a lovely spread laid on back at base for the night all that can be said is “good effort”. Conversation seemed to be mainly based around Amanda’s quest to remember her favourite porn director’s name, not sure how appropriate being sat next to Jerome’s son, but hey the kids have to learn!! I think the conclusion was Seymour Butts. Nice!
As the food ran out Steve promptly stood up and started to get ready to go. He had cycled with Selwyn but had decided it was time for him to go leaving poor Selwyn to fend for himself despite Selwyn insisting Steve had agreed to give him a tow up the hill to Frieth. The ridicule was then completed with what can only be described as a frank description of Steve’s rucksack. What was it….. oh yeah girly bag! Just the first one that came to hand when leaving mate I am sure. Sorry.
Fun had by all on a beautiful evening in the Chiltern Valley.
Neil.
The run totalled 8.6 km (more for Jules who had run there) and can be described with two words. Up and down. Having set off from Jerome’s house with his, at first, reluctant dog we made our way steadily and then not so steadily, some may say vertically, up to the top of Colstrope Hill. Followed by a nice long down. We then had the only flat part of the run which culminated in a lot of BJs. The number plates in that lovely house!!!! Clean your minds up now.
At this point Chris, Selwyn and dislocated finger man decided to take the path along the valley and head back to Jeromes. The rest of us went for something a bit different and crossed the valley road to do another hill. Not like the first, this WAS steep. Long, straight and steep. At this point can I thank Susie for dragging me up there.
We were rewarded for the next 5 minutes with a long steady downhill where Jules again bemoaned not having his camera with him as the views were fantastic. Jerome then led us down through the woods and, yes you got it, up another hill. A long cruise back down and across the field back to Jerome’s house concluded the run just nicely.
With a lovely spread laid on back at base for the night all that can be said is “good effort”. Conversation seemed to be mainly based around Amanda’s quest to remember her favourite porn director’s name, not sure how appropriate being sat next to Jerome’s son, but hey the kids have to learn!! I think the conclusion was Seymour Butts. Nice!
As the food ran out Steve promptly stood up and started to get ready to go. He had cycled with Selwyn but had decided it was time for him to go leaving poor Selwyn to fend for himself despite Selwyn insisting Steve had agreed to give him a tow up the hill to Frieth. The ridicule was then completed with what can only be described as a frank description of Steve’s rucksack. What was it….. oh yeah girly bag! Just the first one that came to hand when leaving mate I am sure. Sorry.
Fun had by all on a beautiful evening in the Chiltern Valley.
Neil.
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