Scribes

RUN MCCCXXII

ROWANTREE CARPARK
Sunday 9 December 2007
Hare JC

It rained before the run, it was to rain during the run, and it torrented on the brief circle during which your illustrious scribe- the erstwhile GM was awarded a quaich for 350 runs while the once and present and future!!!? RA  -  Numskull -   was awarded a fleece for rather more. (The fleece was rapidly subsumed into Numskulls unvarying apparel of sun dried dogshit grey).
A fast run (at least it was at the front ) lots of trees and tracks and wet wet  grass and gnarly bits. And it is always a revelation when even such familiar turf as Bennachie  reveals previously unvisited boggy bits.
 Lots of falsies and suchlike to distract from the drips, and then, toward the end of the run, an opportunity for one of my, now traditional, bouts of badinage with an irate land owner. As Trousershredder and I tripped merrily along a private road an approaching figure, muffled in hooded top and carrying a large sack, (somewhat similar to the figure presaging doom in Anna Karenina’s dream) bawled out in the stentorian tones of an outraged upper class English matriarch, “ What are you doing on my land ? “  At which point Trousershredder spotted that the trail fortuitously veered into the trees, so off we gambolled forsaking the opportunity of enlightening the dear lady about the benevolence of the so called Scottish Government. As we went the trees shook with her shrieks of “Get off my land!” Apparently she then strung a piece of string across the road as defence against the depredations of the Hash.
A welcome beer and sweetie check beside the internment venue of a local landowning clan, the Smiths. Then a short cavort back to the cars and another drookit circle where Farmers supervisor Susie ,formerly known as Orra Quine (apt Hash Handles ought not to be discarded, we disregard  tradition at our peril) was awarded a downdown for having an umbrella in the circle, but forgetting to put it up. Not much else was said of any interest to me and then  Hare JC was thanked, many of the circle then repaired to chez Fifi & JC to partake of their hospitality. And still it rained.

Wotzoff