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Still more from the coach. Even more deviously based on Friday's trial, he had us going in a whole variety of directions at once, and rarely the right ones. It's humid and sweaty, but a nice breeze and another good turn out. Even little Anya made it round, at three must be one of the youngest to get round a whole hash on foot. No wonder she's flaked out on the couch now though.
It was one of those times, feeling like the hash family again as we chewed the grass, plotting cabarets and stuff well into the evening as the night gently fell.
Sideshow Mo was first in for the first time since Leah McCon was here - gentleman Potter letting her win (?), Monsieur Klipe got wet for depriving the town of water and flooding the valley, and Darren for abusing ice (?) Apparently SeaWeed didn't notice much as he was too intent studying the moons rocks or something based on what Bummsy had said. That was his excuse anyway.
After this weekend, Fridays are looking popular. Sea and Esmerelda decided to entertain us on the 2oth and then Pips will do us on the 6th. Groovy.

Anymore for anymore?