Jessy Roberts took us out to our Jacques Klusseaus underwater launch spot and dragged us through (well marked I thought) soft sand up to our armpits - charming in 40 degrees heats and no Bummer in sight. Numbers were good, was it the food or the end of term that got us all out? Jaws hated it, and that was about the Baker's best compliment on the run. Not a hill in sight but I thought it was excellent! On On the hares!
Morangie was a surprising spy (I'd've banned him for a year for relinquishing the earlier opportunity), but he did well. First the 3 leavers were soaked to their underwear, and then given the chance to bucket the rest of the hash (3 buckets worth). The Doughnut Van man thought he had subtly escaped and so a 5th bucket, with the icy dregs of the cool box, were administered.
There were presentations, representations and tears as we fondly bade farewell to 2 of our most regular stalwarts - Piste Up and Gump, and the Baker who had once been "the most popular and nicest".
There were pizza, samosas. The sunset was gorgeous. It and the Dukhan Tigers made their way down and the people talked gently and everyone lived happily,,,, summertime and the living is easy.
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