1020

Flies, buzzing zubbing *****ing flies.

Signals the start of summer? It was close, sticky. The coach and the cracker had set a perfect trail, long but not too long; nice and flat and rock free, big spaces beween the trails. I enjoyed it anyway.
We named farty pants the Dancing Queen, or was it the other way around? Klipe set hinmself up for plenty of cooling buckets in the coming months for a mean spirited attack...lent must be taking its toll.
Nice to see a few old faces back.
Beans next week.
See you there.

1019

Dedicated to mothers.
Meths had confusingly set a sneakiest of trails but seemed to want to get us to find it in a hurry. Kanger was presented with her 100th momento, and keen too to down down, thanks to pippin for rousing the gang. Glaiket enjoyed revenging numerous miscreants. The bucket's getting colder, and so did the evening as we enjoyed a good humoured circle staying as the wind got up and the sun got down. At the onset of the blond jokes it was time to go.
On On

1018

Super run set by the coach and fire cracker. Andie was a true gent and let Mr Weed in first. We eventually got the song (come on HM, get something right!) and were able to award Pips and Glaiket their awards for turning 100. Kate gor some just revenge. And we all went home for tea.

1017

A very welcome back to 3 long lost favourites: Morange, John and Mo. The coast was stunning, we almost had an impromptu camp.
Coach flashed a flashing furrow along Hare Waldo's well marked trail. Klipe is making a serious bid for Hariest Hasher 007 - and at this rate we'll let him do it.
Rocky's memory has gone....and for different reason's than the Weed's.
toodle oo.

on on

ps google earth
25°30'6.96"N 50°45'38.74"E