The hare for the week was Ceweed and he set a nice twisty turny hash which confused some of the less spatially aware of us who chose just to straight line the course, following the leaders in roughly the right direction. He chose a location not used for a long time with a nice view of the sea and the golf course.
There was a controversial choice of Spy as she had not been named or bucketed in the past. Lisa Canton picked on myself, her poor husband and Jaws for a mixture of spite and whim.
Rocky was belatedly presented with a framed picture for his 400th run back in June and
Vomit Comet lived up to his name, his trampoline stomach not able to cope with the down down for his 50th run. Myself and Gump managed to keep down the amber nectar though and celebrated our 50th in style.
As the sun set over Saudi on the horizon we all enjoyed a few beers, some nibbles and some good company.
On On!
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