We screeched into the car park late as usual, but just in time for the run. The hares set off at great pace and we quickly lost sight of them. The Wimps meanwhile, were too busy chatting and were soon off course. The golf course that is, and were  directed to the footpath by friendly golfers.

Once on course, the route was scenic and very enjoyable until dark clouds appeared and the heavens opened, drenching us all to the extent that I had to accept an offer of a pair of Upperskirt's leggings, to be dry enough, to eat lunch at the club house. 

I would have enjoyed lunch except for the entertainment, a female singer who destroyed any chance of conversation and emptied the club house  briskly. Oh well, we all have to make a living. On on...

Morticia