Fireballs on the M3 and jackknifed lorries on the A303 caused traffic chaos in Whitchurch at the start of this month’s run. The few of us who did manage to fight our way through the narrow street found ourselves standing around in the drizzle waiting to see if any more straggles would turn up. We tried to persuade the driver of the very large P&O Lorry to join in, but he didn’t take us up on the offer.

Eventually the Hares decided to get going and let the late comers catch up. We set off at a good pace around the town and eventually found ourselves at a check out in the countryside. As the pack set off one way, Chicane was playing it clever and hanging around with the hares. When the rest of us eventually hit the back check, guess who was the only person who had gone the right way.

We then did a couple of tours of a housing estate, and I mean a couple, as the pack were acting like sheep and following the leader who was not following flour. Having once again picked up the trail and the hares, we were accused by a local of spraying white paint all over the road. Needless to say we did not hang around to put him right.

A nice runners loop followed along some muddy footpaths whilst the short cutters took a pleasant stroll back through the town. By now the pack size had increased as the late comers started to catch up. As we ran back up the long hill ON INN, we passed a few other late comers such as Hoggy and Cheesewire who had spent ½ hour sitting in a traffic jam just to get out of their car as the rest of us were finishing.

Back in the pub there were lots of other late comers, including Torch Killer who had got to the pub about 30 seconds after we had started and Mr Cuddles and Parcel Force who hadn’t even tried to get there on time.

Down Downs were awarded to Boo Boo and Legs for running a secret military Hash.

Hoggy for being a late comer, (I suppose it is better than coming too early!!)

Hairless Whisper (I think this is 'Careless Wrister' – Ed) for his GPS system in his car, Dick Head for something strange about his watch and Whippit and Heffer for RA abuse. At this point my pad was stolen from me whilst I was downing my drink by Kate Adie who alleges I got my down down for loosing my knickers on the hash and giving them to Fruit and Nut. I obviously deny this categorically.

All this was then followed by a pleasant plate of curry, well the veggie one was nice, I don’t really care about what you meat eater thought.

ON ON,