Run 879 - Nuffield
Run: 879
Date: Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Venue: The Crown, Nuffield
Hare(s): Highlighter & Golden shower
Hounds: Plod, Twitcher, Big Stiffy, Pyro, Eric, Pressganger, CS Gas, Bolton Wanderer, Little Prick, Wii Wee Waffler, Lemony Snicket, Hash Hoody, Laurence, Rubber Sole, Preperation H, Hutch, B-Cider, Ringer, Doris, Dingaling, NLG 1, NLG 2, Rear Admiral, Norah Batty, K9-1 Whispa, K9-2 Hattie. For the beer: Tigger
Scribe: Plod
I'm disappearing for the rest of the week to get soaked and cold in Snowdonia. So, no time for the usual sort of rubbish.
However, just to keep you going, it was a four miler. The On Out was over the Golf Course and so was the On In, and we did go past the church at Nuffield. Other then that, there were ups and downs, some ankle wreching grass underfoot, you know, the usual sort of things. The Campbell Clan latched on to CS and gave him a bit of a hard time. Doris came in a pair of fashion trainers which couldn't be laced up properly, and then wondered why they were rubbing and, in fact, ended up walking the latter half barefoot. WWW was in an usually idle mood tonight - in fact, come to think of it, there was an element of rebellion from him and I believe it was Dingaling. Ringer wasn't his usual self, either, come to think of it.
But hey, weren't those chips gorgeous. Must have been expensive though, says he, with a conscience.
Hash Joke - from Twitcher. It's so naff it's hardly worth repeating. Man goes to see a Doctor with some ailment or other. Doctor says: Say a-a-a-gh. Man says: Why. Doctor says: My dog's just died.
North Star at Steventon next week. Lemony Snicket will be in charge of the Culham Posse on the trail. Torches?
Plod