After three laps of the village, Forever Blowing and Bubbles finally flagged us down into the car park where the run was to begin. Even before the run a down down was "awarded" to Lurch for holding up the briefing after being distracted by the bike shop nearby. Finally, he was found by Morticia and we were able to commence with the run.  

Set off on a hectic assortment of checks to give us a brief tour of the village, we eventually found ourselves running doggedly towards Kentmere. Several checks on (Gonner-ear clearly enjoyed check-laying), we were challenged by a steep climb up to the hills above the village. A cruel check to test the mettle of Lurch, No More Cum and Pudsley (why all three did the FT is unknown), and then we thundered with long strides down a lengthy hill to a merciful beer stop at the bottom. Here we discovered that the knitting circle were behind as usual and had welcomed two new members onto the commitee; Cum Yak Yak and Who's me mum, who will receive their free pair of knitting needles on the next run. They finally arrived at the beer stop several minutes later after a blackberrying session.

With lightened hearts and freshly filled bellies, we continued forth along the road for a short distance, before following a path alongside the river to an on-on, to which some delinquent reprobate had added their own artwork to confuse us into wondering whether it may be an untold of wimps/rambos split.

Due to uncertainty, everyone opted for the rambos split except for Harry (the dog (we should really give him a hash name)), who followed his nose along an unknown trail but turned up trapped on a bridge after the run.

Feeling that the pub could only be a few hundred metres away, we were proved wrong, and led on a lengthy dash, or walk, over pleasantly varied, but knackering terrain. Old Banger proved herself worthy by staying at the front with Pudsley, Foul Scrotum and Wednesday.

A pointless check later and a wearied final leg to the pub (The Eagle and Child), everyone gathered together and ate chips, lots of chips. Also there was the matter of finding Harry (see above for details of happy ending). So, wearied and bloated (with chips), nobody could be bothered to hold a circle, and promptly left.

Good run, Gonorrhoea.