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R*n 488 started from the On Inn - Patten Arms, Winmarleigh.

Who ran 488? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Bitter - Hare35161196
Twisted - Hare35174209
Another Mother Trucker (Visitor)033
Darth Vader066
Sir Tom Tom29152181
Wimp (Visitor)033

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On Inn - Patten Arms, Winmarleigh

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This was our 3rd visit. We also visited on...


Thursday 26th December 2013 at 2:00pm

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Winmarleigh - Boxing Day R*n

We LVH3 stalwarts are not stupid, you know. We know what the best way of spending Boxing Day is, after all the gluttony and over-indulgence of Christmas Day. That’s right, you’ve got it in one – more gluttony and over-indulgence, curled up on the sofa with a sherry and a mince pie watching the telly. So why do we kiss common sense goodbye, don the r*nning shoes, and turn out every December 26th?

Could it be that we know that Twisted will be there waiting for us, radiating joy and goodwill to all men from her happy smiling face, just itching to tell us all about her short, shiggy-free trail which, as always, will be completely devoid of thorns, nettles, dodgy stiles, foot-deep puddles, and smelly farmyard beasts? Nope, no chance of any of that, except perhaps the happy smiling face – though it’s not always easy to distinguish one of those from the sadistic grin which so often accompanies schadenfreude.

So, why were we there? Why, for the pub of course! I’ll say one thing for B&T – they certainly know how to pick a good on-inn. This was, I think, our third visit to the Patten Arms at Winmarleigh, and the prospect of a roaring fire, reasonably priced and generously-portioned food, and a decent choice of ales was enough to get all of the usual suspects out of their armchairs and into their Santa hats.

On arrival, we learned that Bitter (yes, the old guy is slowly returning to mobility again) and Twisted had actually set the trail in the morning, delaying the start of the r*n until 2.00 p.m. This, we thought, was a good sign – they had obviously allowed extra time to prune the thorns, scythe down the nettles, repair the stiles, soak up the puddles and other excess moisture with a squeegee mop, and spray Eau de Cologne on the cattle. Sadly, none of these very basic haring duties had been performed, the late start being due to the later Boxing Day opening hours.

Off we trotted, along a trail boasting no fewer than three splits. Antiseptic and I decided on the internet option (www – wimp, wimp, wimp) and plodded along sedately several miles behind the rest of the pack – a good choice, as it put a respectable distance between our ears and Baldbrick’s horn. We were accompanied by Lurch for a short while, and were so engrossed in conversation that we almost missed the beer stop! Lurch actually did miss it, shooting of as he did along the final Rambo split, whereas Anti and I suspected something was wrong and retraced our steps. Good job we did, otherwise we would have missed our festive treat – mince pies!

A quick circle at the end, as it looked as if it was about to rain again (we only got slightly wet on the trail). Morticia got a down down for mooning, can’t remember the rest. After that, straight into the pub, where we were greeted by Eeeee Coli with his two parental units in tow (‘ere, mate, why weren’t you r*nning then?). Then, off home to batten down the hatches in readiness for the anticipated stormy weather.

As always, a good Boxing Day outing in true B&T tradition and, say what you like about the copious amounts of shiggy, they had at least bothered to flatten out all the hilly bits. Thanks guys, and on on to Speedbump and Dormouse’s r*n on the 12th, guaranteed rain-free as ever.

Sir Tom Tom

Write up by Sir Tom Tom

30th December 2013 at 10:11pm