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.

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.

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.

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

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

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!)

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.

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 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?

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.

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

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

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

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

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?

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.

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 ?

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.

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

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

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.

Bledlow Ridge Cricket Club - 5th August - run 19

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.

Very good show!

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...

Run from Chequers at Fingest 22 July 09

Not exactly a large turnout, but a very pleasant evening, nevertheless.

Only 7 diehard runners this week - no doubt because the holiday season has kicked in but also probably because others just can't be arsed. Steve T (having chosen the venue) had a good excuse mind you - it was his daughter's birthday & he chose to do the right thing. However, it was his birthday the day before - maybe we can remind him of this next time we see him?

Susie & Chris, Amanda & Jules, Sarah, Jerome & yours truly was the order of the day and in a rather laid back fashion, commenced the run approx. 7.05 pm. We had a vague idea of the route we would follow, but nothing definite, and it was all rather relaxed (apart from the physical exertion of course).

A bit of a gut-wrenching start up the path by the side of Fingest Church, across the Ibstone Road and over to Turville, then heading off diagonally across the field at the back of Turville towards Ibstone. Into the woods at the top, momentarily losing Susie for a wee stop, eventually ending up at St Nicolas Church, Ibstone. Through the churchyard, hanging a right through more woods towards Ibstone Common. Jerome and I noted that we were still running away from where we started. Furthest and highest point reached, we set off south, downhill towards the Turville to Christmas Common lane. At the bottom, most of us followed the bridleway running parallel to the road back to Turville. Chris & Jules did a loop up towards Turville Grange. Amanda & I chose the road route back to Fingest. Susie, Sarah & Jerome took the footpath we started out on.

We peeled off our sweaty attire in the overspill car park beyond the pub's garden & gazed down the valley towards Skirmett. Susie decided it would be a nice spot for camping. Jerome was pleased to see that his bike was still there.

Adjourning to the bar, no problem fitting our depleted number around a table, we enjoyed the first round, closely followed by a couple of bowls of chips. They were quite chunky, but the ladies didn't seem to mind too much. The landlord had provided a couple of small bowls of ketchup to accompany, but we asked if we could also have mayonnaise. This turned up in sachets, without bowls, so Jerome tastefully squeezed these out onto the red paper napkins also provided. No matter, the mayonnaise was definitely the preferred accompaniment.

Conversation was varied as usual. The Tour de France, Thorpeness, Steve's age, a face lift for Jules, younger generation runners joining us, the psychological & physiological pain experienced by Jerome when he runs, etc. All in all, a very pleasant evening.

The venue for this Wednesday? The Frog at Skirmett. Look forward to seeing everyone there.

Prince of Wales, Marlow - 15th July 2009

Run Report by Brett

After my bollocking from Amanda and despite the fact that I have three artificial limbs and the early signs of mad cow disease, I was determined to run and it proved to be a very pleasant evening.

The group consisted of The Hucks, Roddicks, Neil, Selwyn, Duds, Doug, Heather, Steve T and David as our bicycling back up person. On a rather flat and well trodden riverside Marlow run and return via Bisham, David was the first to tend to the plentiful gate opening and closing as well as the counting back of the troops.

Jules and Selwyn appeared to be the route planners which lead to them leaving the plodders, along with Chris, Steve and Neil to venture under the A404 to Bisham Woods. Meanwhile, Susie and Amanda scooted off to Court Gardens to witness Kates spooning, I mean spinning. Sadly I could notbe there as I was still struggling with the Bisham Road, rather late for my scheduled meeting with Landlord, Timothy Taylor.

Rodders limbed back with calf trouble, Doug & Duds spruced themselves up in readiness for that famous al fesco POW experience. Heather returned to choose the cloudy Brakspears whilst the other girls (soon to include Kate) wisely chose the Cloudy Bay. The drinks were complimentated by mountains of crisps but sadly no chips nor pork scratchings.

Next week on Steve T's recommendation we will be meeting...... DUH! so what is the French for ALREADY?

Blogmeisters Note:-

Next weeks run from The Chequers, Fingest, 7pm start.

Queens Head, Little Marlow - 8th July 2009

Run Report by Richard

My second run of the season!

Meeting at the Queens Head, Little Marlow, last night’s runners were Amanda, Jules, Sarah, Aude, Selwyn, Rodders, Baz and I.

I have to say the first quarter of the run was not the most inspiring as we headed off along the footpath back towards Marlow. Over the bypass bridge, through the industrial estate, over the railway, into the rugby club and down towards the river. Baz was concerned that running through Marlow rugby club would bring him out in a rash! Of interest during the first half were the Travelers, Gypos, Pikeys who had taken residence in one of the fields. Opinions were shared between Baz and Rodders on how to combat the Pikey, and also what contribution they made to today’s society.

Rodders main complaint was that if the Pikey insisted on dumping their rubbish the least they could do was to separate the nappies / sh** from the rest of their rubbish. (I thought back to when my kids were babies and made a mental note to separate my rubbish if a third came along)

Heading up the river towards Bourne End we encountered a Bull (the one without the udders) which seemed to spook the girls who ran with greater pace between fields. The air smelt particularly unpleasant at one point along the river which apparently was down to the sewerage or maybe I thought those Pikeys dumping their nappies?

I did notice that as I crossed each field directly in a straight line, Rodders, Baz and Jules set off to the left and ran the circumference yet they still arrived at the next stile before me? We all looked for the Rivett’s house across the river but due to the foliage we could only see the summer house, although the construction of Tesco/Sainsbury’s next door was very visible. One lap of the gravel pit / lake and back to Little Marlow and the pub.
We sat outside for the first drink with a couple of bowls of chips (slim chips not chunky chips) and then Doug and David arrived. Doug was carrying a paper boutique type bag (something that those girls on sex in the city would carry when shopping) and his hair looked very blonde, maybe highlights? Selwyn said he looked gay? Not sure really. I think you’re still allowed to run on Wednesday if you are?

It got cold so we went inside and shortly Susie and Kate arrived, the table was very girls down one end and boys up the other. Our waitress was very attentive to the orders from the girls for olives, more chips and large glasses of Chateau La Fete (at £9.46 per glass). The girls filled their boots.
Conversation? Rodders was talking about a bet his brother had in connection with South African wine named after animals and Doug was complaining about turning up at the Brewery on Saturday to find that everyone had left!

Kitty money? I doubt it.

It was great to see everyone, I’d forgotten how much I enjoyed the Wednesday night run! It was suggested that next week we run from the POW, Marlow.

Chris and Susie's, Radnage - 1st July 2009

Run Report by Kate

The Stranger Returns..

On a hot sultry evening last Wednesday, 10 tough, if not fool hardy runners met at the Roddicks, in the sweltering heat to run, hopefully in the shade and hopefully not very long! Those included in the pack were, Sarah, Susie, Kate, Julie, Amanda, Duds, Chris, Steve, Jules and Max. Yes, you have guessed it I had returned to the fold, having been given a permission to miss spinning, (although I believe I was missed!)

Duds had already worked up a sweat, having been spotted cycling to Chris & Susie’s, I recognised his bottom, Brett said he recognised the hair style?
Despite initially running in blazing sunshine, we were soon enjoying the shade of the woods and feeling a little more comfortable but not much! Cries of ‘Why are we doing this!’ and ‘How far are we going?’ could be heard but mainly from back. A short sharp hill sorted the men from the boys, or perhaps not, as Max Roddick very ably kept up with his father, despite running in denim shorts! Well done Max, I think Dad has some serious competition!

After about 25mins, and weary that Jules was about to take us of in another direction, Duds, Susie and Sarah, cut loose for home, joined about 10mins later by all but Jules, who can always be relied upon to take his running seriously. So 40mins from ‘the off’, we all arrived safely back and the Roddicks, tired but in good spirits, to be met by Brett, tired and emotional through having to look after numerous children!

At this point I would like to say a big thank you to Susie & Chris for the bbq, the lamb burgers were amazing and cooked to perfection, the sausages were good too! Once showered and smelling a whole lot better, we were joined by Fred & Jerome and Baz & Liz. All of which no doubt had very pressing appointments making them unable to make the run! Duds continued to enhance my education by supplying meaning to words I didn’t know, stealing the show as always with his description of his latest operation. Vivid descriptions of bruising and its various colours, it all sounds very sore! Jerome not to be out done informed us that he had also had it done, secretly without telling Fred!!

I was intrigued to hear that JB has now been banned from a campsite in Bude, you will have to ask him what he did?? Great evening, as they usually are, making me realised how much I had missed them. Promise to make an appearance every other week!

Susie & Chris, thanks again.

Next weeks run is from The Queens Head in Little Marlow, 7pm start

Fred and Jerome's, Hambleden, 24th june 2009

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 Longest Day Walk finished (at last)

Well I am glad that's over!


After 87 miles and 33 long hrs I finally made it up Beacon hill to the end of the Ridgeway.

To say I found the last 3-4 hours hard would be a bit of an understatement. Very, very grim! But very glad I have done it.

There is no way of expressing the range of feeling that pass though your head on these sorts of things other than to say without the help and all the support I would not have got even half way. The sight of Susie, Amanda all the boys, Alfons with Mark and his girls, All the Cole family, Richard and Jules Sainter all walking out to meet me at Bledlow Ridge will always be a very special memory!
Thank you to everyone!

The Walk: Chris, Rob and I set off in fine spirits. We had flown down in the back of Jo's car roof down, sun on our faces feeling great (thank you Jo). We sailed along for the first 20 odd miles in the sun with moral high and feeling good. As it got dark and we pushed on towards Jerome at the second stop, I started to realise how difficult it is to judge distance and time in the dark.

It's not often that I would be grateful to see a large hairy man looming out of the dark at midnight and l slumped into the deckchairs provided whilst Jerome waited on us with Fred's home made chicken and vegetable soup (very nice, thank you Fred).

Leaving Jerome we had a 12 mile, 4 hr stretch to West Ilsley which turned into a real mental battle, conversation and the warm soup soon dried up and all of us were locked into our own little world of doubts and fears. Presso as always lead, pulling us along without a head torch, singing and trying anything to keep us going! I found it impossible to keep track of time or distance with each mile seeming to take hours. By the time we got to Presso's car it had started to rain and we all fell into it saying very little, even though we had finished another section we all felt in a bad way.

Enter Richard Morris! Richard bounced into the car and chatted away trying to lift spirits and get us going, the three of us stared blankly back at him. Richard chirped away for the next 3 hrs. By the time we worked our way down into Streatley it was clear that Chris and Rob were ready to stop, to be honest so was I, but I had Steve and Jen waiting (they had been up since 4am and had driven down from Cheltenham) I was not going to tell them "sorry I've had enough".

The next few hours were strange. From starting out thinking I would walk for just a couple of miles before giving up. I followed Steve's pace, Jen and Steve chatted away and raising my spirits, whilst the miles didn't quite fly by, I felt much better by the time we got to Nuffield.

We stopped briefly for some much needed repair work to my feet (thank you Steve!). Selwyn and his bike then arrived and we walked on to Swyncombe. More chat and the sun on our faces made me feel that things were looking up! When Selwyn left to cycle home again and a mile or so later Steve and Jen got to their car at Watlington, I was left to walk on to Bledlow. I had half been looking forward to a section on my own! After about a hour that idea had fled and the realisation that I would never have made it this far let alone finish, without people around. (my mind is far too fragile!). After a few wobbles along what is the very dullest 5-6 miles I was very pleased to meet Jules and Marty who cycled next to me and took my mind off the walking. (the novelty had worn right off).

The last half mile into Bledlow made the whole event worthwhile; lots of people and shouts of encouragement, it felt like the whole village had turned out. I walked the next 4 miles with Max, Freddie and Oliver then another 6 or so miles on my own, with Wendover and the last stage to buoy my spirits. These sailed by and I even managed a jog down the hill to meet Rob, Liz and Stella. I breezed into the car park had a quick bite to eat and set off. Mark, Susie and Paul Daly had also come out to do the last section. With a nice big group and lots of chat it was more of less over!

After about an 1.5 hrs we were working our way up through the woods, it was about 9.40 I had been going for 29 hours it was now getting dark for the second time on the trip. I was spent! It was clear that both the terrain and my fatigue were going to mean there were a few hours still to go! I had already exceeded the dose of the Pro-plus and Neurofen so had decided not to take any more past Wendover. The lack of sleep, the problems with my feet and my mind shot, it was all I could do to follow. With Mark on one side talking away to me and Rob on the other navigating, they man-handled me onwards and onwards (the desire to stop and sit down was intense) Susie as ever holding my hand and asking if I was alright! I was not. 5 hours of hell.

In my weaker moments earlier I had thought about how I would feel finishing. I thought I would break down "an emotional wreck". In the end it was just "done" can I sleep now!
I know I would not have made it to the end without everyone's help. Thank you.

Chris

Saturday 5.30pm Bulletin

I left Chris about 5.10pm heading towards Princes Risborough in the company of Jules, Martin, Freddie,Oliver and Max. He is still walking at a good pace despite painful blisters and the distraction of various friends on route has really helped him keep up his spirits and the momentum. Thanks to Martin, Helen ,Ellie, Abbie, Jules, Richard, Mark, Charlie,Tilly, Jules, Amanda and Oliver for joining in the support group!
Chris hopes to be at Wendover about 9pm and I will join him for the last stretch, finishing towards midnight I imagine....
Susie

Saturday 9.30am Ridgeway Walk Bulletin

It been a tough night's walking. Legs aching, feet hurting, tired but otherwise surviving. Thanks to Jerome for the hot soup provided at midnight and to Richard for joining the crew at 4am in the rain to walk to Streatley. Arrived at the Swan at Streatley about 7.30am, a little behind schedule but ready for toast & tea. Baz & Presso were fantastic support through the night but their legs will carry them no further! Walking with Steve & Jenny to Swancombe, sore feet but otherwise in good spirits.

9.40pm Ridgeway walk Bulletin

Progress continues to be good. The boys have just crossed the M4 East of Swindon.
Presso is setting the pace. Conversation has surprisingly been somewhat scant.
Looking forward to Jerome joining the pack just after midnight.
Have had a request to provide a change of shoes for the morning so feet are already feeling it but otherwise all are in good spirits.

The Boys Ridgeway Walk- the start!

Leaving from Avebury now 16.25
Thank you to Jo for the lift all the way to Wiltshire in her soft-top.
Weather conditions good, the wind is behind us.
Here we go.........

Presso,Chris & Baz

Message from Chris:

As all of you must know by now Rob, Chris P and I are walking the Ridgeway, I have been collecting money for a couple of Charities - MacMillan Cancer Relief and The Walser Tanzania Charity.

The Web site only gives me an option to enter one charity so that why you can only see MacMillan on the web site.

Please follow the link to: http://www.justgiving.com/chrisroddick

Ridgeway Walk - Overton Hill to Ivenhoe Beacon - 84.7 miles

The length of the Ridgeway in one go!

At 4pm on 19th June 2009 three intrepid explorers will set out from Overton to explore the limits of human endurance and walk for an estimated 27 hours continuously to cover the 84.7 miles that is the entire length of the Chilterns Ridgeway.
We will try to keep this Blog as up to date as possible by adding comments (as anonymous users if you can't log in). Progress reports and estimated timings will be updated here or in the comments section wherever possible.

The route has been broken into 8 bite-sized chunks of 10-12 mile sections and you are invited to join Chris, Presso and Baz for as long or as short a section as you can. The current estimated arrival times and location of the starting points for each section follow. A map is attached to help.

For information you can contact the guys on the following numbers: Chris 07920 222265 / Presso 07730 403269 / Baz 07767 367052

The red wide red line follows the Ridgeway and the yellow crosses are the timed meeting points:





The meeting places will be as the Ridgeway crosses that particular road

Start is 4.00pm Friday 19th June 2009 (Nearly the longest day of 2009)

Point Time Location / Hrs / Miles / Support

S 4pm Overton / 3.3 / 11.9 / Chris's Car
1 7.45pm Ogbourne St George Nr Aldbourne / 4 hrs / 11.3 miles / None!
2 12.15am Kinstone Lisle/Blowingstone Hill B4001 / 3.45 hrs / 11.3 miles / Jerome
3 4.15am West Ilsley/ A34 Bury Down / 2.3 hrs / 7.4 miles / Richard Morris
4 7.30am Streatley Bridge over Thames / 4 hrs / 11.8 miles / Susie/Liz
5 12.00pm Swancombe House (off B481) / 3.3 hrs / 10.5 miles / Selwyn+Steve Chinnor
6 3.45pm Princes Ris/Bledlow Ridge Rd (nr dump) / 4.45 hrs / 12.5 miles / Duds
7 9.00pm Chivery Hill Just outside Wendover / 2.45 hrs / 8 miles / Liz/Susie?
8 11.00pm Ivinghoe Beacon / Taxi home!!!

A grand total of 27.25 hours to walk 84.7 miles.

The Squirrel / Hit & Miss, Penn Street (Run 11)

Run report by Jerome


Jules, Amanda, Susie, Selwyn, Steve, Duds, Julie, John, myself and a newcomer Neil, who is a fitness trainer who gives a bit to the Radnage crowd on a weekly basis. I imagine he was looking to see if he could pick up any new training techniques from us, no really!!!
Rodders also arrived as driver but without any running gear due to the epic voyage he is participating in this weekend. This made the decision to run from the Squirrel all the more galling as this was chosen as a flat run because Rodders didn’t want to over exert himself. Well the only thing over exerting itself was my car driving 45 minutes to get there. Anyway enough of my sarcasm and general vitriol.
We set off at a steaming pace for 200 yards before Chris shouted at us that the venue had changed to The Hit & Miss due to overcrowding in the Squirrel. That was a welcome rest for me and Selwyn but we soon resumed. It was then that John realised that myself and Selwyn were about to overtake him. Not realising that they had achieved super levels of fitness in the preceding week he feigned a calf injury and withdrew to go on a bike ride. Nothing too adventurous happened in the first half as the run is basically very flat and straighter than a Roman Road although Julie did manage to slip and I believe implant her derrière in the mud………fantastic. Up the bum, no harm done as they say and the rest of the run continued without incident. Fortunately John who had waited towards the end of the run to welcome home the runners realised that the Fatties had missed out the last part otherwise he would still be waiting.
Baz welcomed us in the Hit and Miss fresh from his excursions up and around Snowdon. He looked like he had recovered quite well so all the more respect to him for doing the Ridgeway this weekend. The landlord brought out 4 bowls of very nice chips and then returned with a cheesy one for the girls (chips that is).
To me at least most of the evening was taken up by Chris and Baz preparing, lest you didn’t know, for their 87 mile walk of the Ridgeway starting this Friday. I believe they have now got a support person on each of the stops although with Rodders marking the wrong car park for my stop it is highly questionable whether the walkers and the support people will actually meet up anytime during the walk. I understand that Selwyn is now joining them for a leg, is there anything this man won’t try?
As usual I could not be privy to every conversation taking place but I assume that Duds, who was gunning the Stowford Press, must have sunk to some fairly base levels of discussion in which case they should be shared. What was Neil’s drinking like Susie and does he deserve to be invited back for another run and has he paid his joining fee?
For all those not aware a plug for the intrepid Ridgeway boys. Have you sponsored them yet? For Brett a big bog off big boy for YET AGAIN not turning up with the kitty. Lost interest and potential earnings from that have increased to the extent that a round for next weeks runners will be a suitable fine. For Rachel who turned up last week after months off with a severe injury caused by her first run…….has it happened again? For Kate a come back, all is forgiven but “he’s obviously still hitting your G spot”. For Michael the baker where are you and bring some bread rolls soon.
Next weeks run will be from Ivinghoe Beacon where we will be scouring the hillside for Presso.
Fooled you there!! Actually not surprisingly it will be from the Stag & Huntsman in Hambleden. An appropriate route will be prepared and we look forward to more banter and a great deal of beer.

Jerome