The hare speaks

Thank you! Thank you! Enough faint praise.

An albeit reluctant Englishman should know better than to trust the weather, but it really did seem dry enough to use this run-site again, set amidst rolling hills peaking at ooooh, 70 meters and a flood plain averaging 7 meters above sea level. And even after rain stopped recce on Tuesday the decision still seemed like a good one on Wednesday when the whole Egg clan, brat, mutts an' all had a pleasant six-and-a-half klick walk culminating in the decision to cut short the intended route and just head back to the run site through the village just about at the point in the graphic above where the little blue pin bearing the legend F6 appears.

But enter Pluvius, the God of Rain who in his infinite wisdom decreed a return to the rainy season on Friday night, rendering the whole area decidedly soggy and in particular dumping a 2 meter deep klong, just beyond the point in the graphic above where the little blue pin bearing the legend F6 appears, necessitating a reversion back to the original plan, crossing the klong via the road bridge after some knee deep wading through the flood waters.

Fun? You mean you enjoy getting wet? well why didn't you say so before?

Not Pluvius, and a wet mutt

For the record, the adventurous runner would have clocked about 7.9k and a total ascent of 144 meters, both quite modest by our recent standards and likely to be eclipsed by next Saturday's joint SH3/HFMH3 runs, although Sundays HH3 hare has been officially requested to set a 'comfortable' run to follow up on Sunday.

Yeah, right!