Run 70; ...but really it's 69, but the GM wants to do the 69th the next time he's there. So perhaps he has plans, watch out!

Well I've lost the bit of paper on which I had all the information on, so this is all made up. Excuses in.

A small but perfectly formed pack turned up at Arkholme. Beside the 2 hares there were 5 of us. There seemed a technical hitch with 2 other runners (Antiseptic and Cyberseptic) who had to deliver someone somewhere at some time so somehow couldn't both run. The taxi half joined us half way.

So off we set, I've still got to get the hang of your markings, as I found myself way behind in a short time as I was still looking for flour, but that's hashing. Through Arkholme down to the river and across. The hares assured us that when they reckied it on Thursday it was only ankle deep, well I'm reasonably tall and it was above where my 2 legs join! Bracing stuff and we had only been going 10 minutes.

Over the fields and far away.

Some long stretches but the 2 lads being chased by some young cows (moo type) was a good sight.

There was then a rambo/wimp split. Well 3 of us went on and on along the river bank, having seen no flour for ages we thought it wise to search backwards and there was Forever Blowing waving at us from the car at the beer stop, WAY back. So back we trekked, Lurch also appeared to guide us and showed us where we had missed some arrows, just after the split. But there was some flour on the bit we did, wasn't there lads??

A welcome refreshment stop and off again, another split saw the rambos up a big embankment and over lots of stiles into the wind and through many more fields.

Back to the main road and I thought a run in was what was on the cards, but no, off again in a loop to end neatly back at the pub.

A lovely run through some pretty parts and the countryside wasn't bad either!

Down Downs were awarded to

• Courtesy of Bubbles; we all agreed it was a good run, water, shiggy, good scenery and no rain! the hares- Lurch and Forever Blowing
• Courtesy of Forever Blowing; 3 blind mice- unnamed young lad, Pudsey and myself, for missing arrows which resulted in us running on ages in the wrong direction and getting to the beer stop last, poor organisation!
• Antiseptic for not getting wet feet, the ONLY one
• Naming of young lad, who is hashing for his Duke of Edinburgh award- I thought these things had to be tough and hard and taxing and and and etc, not fun and drinking beer! seems OK to me, so he is duly named "The Duke" without the ceremonial crook, as the ceremonial crook owner was absent
• Naming of Trolley Dolly's wife, Ruth, who apparently likes a good blether, blether, blether, so duly named "White Noise"

Off to the pub for some food/drink and chat. Off we all set for various destinations, mostly Brookhouse as far as I could gather. Me back north, the rain held off till just before Edinburgh, the wind though was scary at times, not the time to be on a bike, however powerful!

I think that was all, apologies for any mistakes, omissions, insults or otherwise.