This r*n saw the welcome return of Cyberseptic and Antiseptic. A small but perfectly formed field of 10 hounds set off, but very soon reduced in size, dropping like flies along the way until I realised I was the black sheep of the wherethefuckarewe tribe and found myself alone...no, not lost, you doubting Thomas's, on trail, a very well marked one , obviously, otherwise I would have been!Meanwhile, the rest of the aforementioned tribe, sorry, hounds, were doing their own thing, but enjoying themselves nevertheless. We all landed back before the rain, and were treated to delicious food chez Ready About and Hard Astern, thankyou. On on to r*n 914...