Last Sunday some well known, if not beloved, faces from the CH4 kennel met up in Cambridge for a hastily arranged outstation in the Mother country. I thought Belly Dancer had chosen Cambridge because he was from there. Wrong. He reckoned it it was kind of inbetween Sussex, Surrey and Norfolk, plus it had the right initials.
The run was set around a little Cambridgeshire village called Upwood. And it wasn’t easy to find. Luckily I was, being very orange. Poo, Knockout and Pee Poo followed me into the carpark closely followed by BD with Willy Walls in tow.
The run was set by the AWOL and the Invisible Man, meaning you never know who the hare/s is/are, and that’s probably a good thing! There is obviously a sawdust shortage in this part of UK; the trail was sparse shall we say. Out we went in the drizzle, across muddy clay wheatfields and a few stinging nettle bordered paths for good measure. One wag had an inflatable Olympic torch and it was my honour to carry this for a few kms as no-one overtook me!
Knockout pretended to enjoy the local conditions and Poo set his usual competitive instincts aside in case local hashers got too interested in his tilak. Pee Poo, a block off the old chip if ever there was one, went well for an OAP and an accountant to boot. Not sure about those long socks though, but I wouldn’t have minded when we went thru the nettles. Belly Dancer pranced and Willy Walls kept up well until the markings seemed to disappear and it was everyman for himself to get back to the Three Crowns.
Changing soaking wet in cold toilets, it was just like school again for some of us! We CH4ers enjoyed a tasty pub lunch and then joined CH3 for their wet circle in the wet garden by the wet carpark. Did I mention it was drizzling?
OnoN!
Alice