|R*n No||Date & Time||Venue||Info|
|MS618||Tuesday 29th August 7.30pm||Bridgend Inn, Pontnewynydd, Pontypool NP4 6QB||Roadie|
|MS619||Sunday 10th September 11.00am||Proposed change back to Sundays||Sheep|
|MS620||Sunday 24th September 11.00am||TBA||TBA|
|MS621||Sunday 8th October 11.00am||TBA||TBA|
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Crickhowell, 8th December 2013
Don’t ever say that it is always raining in this part of Wales. Sunday was both sunny and, for the time of year, quite mild.
Usually one doesn’t take much notice of the Hare’s preamble, we should have. It would have saved a few miles.
Racing off across the main road past the castle we came to the first of many Back-Cheques (even though he wasn’t here).
As we revisited the On-On, Sheep started his slow striptease before re-joining the main road at a different angle.
Crickhowell has a primary school – we ran past it – on the way to a housing estate – scenic r*n this!
Eventually we found some countryside and Scamp caused some chaos wanting to play sticks.
Losing Tom for the first time, we emerged at a farm.
Long before it was due, we turned for home, “Only 11.30, can’t be right” It wasn’t
Back up the hill, then up another hill and back again. This Hare is “having a laugh!”
Up to now we’d met the walking party at regular intervals. This time they were missing.
Now we went up another hill to a check overlooking the town. Straight on?
No. A convoluted diversion via the swede field eventually brought us back to the start.
Yes and finally we managed an impromptu ‘naming’. Young Tom was named …. well you can find it in the first letter of each paragraph!!