Blood sweat and beers

Martyn's inaugural speech as GM was followed swiftly by us being unceremoniously lead up the road and pointed across yonder field. "What no checks" we moaned but we need not have worried as our hares had set one of the most complicated and interconnected routes since Norman's Woodland Foray of 1853. We crossed and recrossed our trail, ran through two villages, five streams, numerous woods and were chased four times by the same horse.

Declan lived up to his likeness to a spaniel by squeezing through stile gates designed for small dogs and leapt gates designed for large horses. Mike upset the local kids by stealing their football and Jo upset us all by finding all the checks.

Colin lost his head-butt competition to the tree and was galantly carted off somewhere by Jane for repair. Initial rumours that they had gone to Glastonbury hospital were later dispelled by their rapid return. The state of Colin's head suggested that B&Q's aisle 5 (glues and solvents) was a more likely destination.

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