1032

Twas hot, humid, but a dusty breeze to calm things down M. Klueless drove us to the shore. Nothing like Biffo Blade's murderous marathon of last week. So he said.
The trails may have been short (thanks Kanger D?)but the bits in between were as deadly anything any Morange has done.
Good to see still good numbers turning up. And no wonder when we are complimented as being the 'Hash with the Good Bums' at least that's what Barbara tight arse (name pending adjudication) reckons all that soft sand does to us!
The Coach was finally made spy again and certainly didn't miss perennial favourite, Klipe, not our wannabe beer juggling fly catcher (yes, really). I think he was close to a mass bucket, but someone's stolen his big blue vessel.
So, we are in for a rare Friday treat on Friday, with run 1033, normal time normal place and then on to Coach and FireCracker's. The run promises to be 'something special', the venue's always good.
See you there, bring the family.
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