Menage Et Trois Run
Good turn out, despite the weather! I spotted Pnut, Horny Woman, Rambo, Torpedo, Roger the cabin
boy (HAHAHAHA) and her friend Sandy, even poor Bump N Grind shivering miserably beside me in the
car park. I didn't see Bell Toll and Buzby until the very last possible moment, despite Menage laying
huge white arrows and signs for the carpark. Welcome back to Balls up and Damp Patch too ;o)
We set off late, stampeding joyously unto ....the main road. With dubious shakes of our forelocks and a
well timed holler from Quick Rukka, we set off again over a grassy stretch and into a park. "It's not a
race!" was heard as Pnut was trampled underfoot. Almost instantly Blue Ass Fly, QR Bump, FF and I were
snared by a fishhook. We were a little later than Menage had anticipated in hitting the estuary, as the
water was lapping our ankles for several hundred slippery meters. Blue scaled an alcove in the rock, but
FF Bump and Chocolate Trots (to their peril) did not, and ended up in water up to their hips .0))
We scrambled clear and squelched merrily on to a hastily converted regroup, giving the walkers a
chance to catch up and Bump to regain some ascendancy. ("I thought you were fit?! ") Was heard
several times. On on to a W/S/L split and through various parts of hilly Bisphopsteighton culminating in
a well placed sweetie stop. Another split, and Longs went on a lovely circular route up a steep hill to a
ridiculous drawing of a camera/tv (apparently a viewpoint, but too much mist) and a baffled QR asking if
we could continue. FF and Blue had a race downhill with Bump pulHng agonized faces and breaths, arms
outstretched behind them. The serenity of the sea mist^nd lowing cows was shattered by an unholy
bellow as Blue noticed QR had missed the fishhook. wAhen told QR there more people on behind us.
There weren't.
I was tripping merrily through some fields wh er shout rent the air. "watch out for the dog!" I
was already staring at the sky, having not seen the darnn thing before the warning had finished. A
young, ownerless golden retriever galumphed along, tongue lolling dopily until we reached road again
and half a dozen stone hearted hashers told him to go home.
The last L/S split was removed as we'd done a I miles already. There was some confusion as
Menage had told Slippery to ignore a fishhook (as is s custom ;o)) but Slippery had not passed this on
to any of us. Yet when we inevitably shouted for o come back, he feigned no knowledge of the
fishhook at all! Very slippery indeed!
On home to the carpark and a mini trail to his house, #ere we had our circle up. Quick Rukka for
reasons best known to himself, dobbed himself in ' shoes ( and those were not designed for n
running QR) and our visitors all got a song each Cath /M James (?) cooked a wonderful bbq, even
though we hightailed it indoors, and Menage laid trail Shame if you missed it!
***** Weeks trail-Bovey Tracey swimming pool,[Soapy * Melon packer)
On On, Lilo Lil xxx