Good run? It was.....interesting.

Proving that the best laid plans don't necessarily lead to the best laid runs, here, by virtue of an incomplete GPS track, the readings from the entrails of this afternoon's chicken curry and some inspired guesswork, is yesterday's run, which despite some confusion about the shape and nature of the paper, the number and location of the checks and a couple of gratuitous loops induced by GPS-unfriendly atmospheric conditions, didn't turn out too badly in the end.

The red bit is what the hares laid, the yellow bit is the additional walk that all but two of the hounds indulged in as a result of some recalcitrance on the part of Bung who declined to drive the beer truck up the hill with virtually the whole pack on board. Best estimates put the total outing at just under 8k. A great party followed including a magnificent circle at which Kai, who doesn't have all that much to do with Eggs, was named Giraffe Whisperer, possibly as a result of Knackerwurst's astute observation of his North African origins. The SH3 award for services above and beyond the call of dooty goes to Bi-Anal who apart from wearing an apron on his head ('cos it was too small to go round his generous girth) all evening put on a faultless performance on the twin barbecues turning out enough cremated animal bits and delicately toasted corn and potatoes to soak up the beer, which as Beaver hints below RAN OUT WHILE THERE WERE STILL PEOPLE THERE TO DRINK IT!

But it is to Roadrunner to whom the biggest thanks go, for a memorable evening - well what I can remember of it was memorable anyway. Can we do it all again on November 6th?

On! On!