Run 893: Hutton Roof

In the words (or translated barks of Morag the miniature poodle). We started from the quarry car park, there were loads of smells of other dogs. But must stay focussed and follow the people. We were off up the hill. Loads of interesting smells more dogs, a few rabbits, a deer, and maybe a badger. There were lots of friendly people about, I wonder if any of them have any bacon in their pocket. Next thing I knew we came to a stone wall and there was a lot of commotion. One human down, two humans down and then I was very kindly lifted over the danger. A stick and I was off running through the field after Spare Bed and Belle. Then we came to the beer stop. Sigh, no food for me, not even a crumb dropped. Then we were off with loads of shiggy, up to the top of my tummy. More smells, some flour to munch on to keep me going. Then we were back and the highlight of the hash for me. Finally a chocolate biscuit of my very own dropped by Spare Bed. Alas, I ate half and then it was cruelly taken from me and kicked into a puddle. Overall a great trail, good company, and lots of interesting smells, well done hares!