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What a successful
weekend!
Calm crossing on the Pont Avon, an hour in Morlaix for
breakfast, then on to Huelgoat National Park. The hares had a
good start, used new and familiar terrain - woods, lanes,
tracks, a river and leats - Zippy ended up on the wrong side of
the leat, tried to jump across and ended up in waist deep water.
The run finished at the spectacular gorge. |
| The Sunday run in
Concarneau started from the hotel, taking in the railway line,
of course, and finishing along the beach. Down downs for
the hares, outside Hotel L'Ocean |
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Chopper, the lonely goat-herder,
got a down-down
and Whingeing Pom got...
a pigeon?
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| Our thanks to the staff at the
hotel for putting up with us yet again; we were treated to
excellent meals, finishing with a delicious gateaux decorated
with pyrotechnics!
We all survived the rough crossing home. At one point as the
boat heaved we heard crashing from the restaurant as chairs and
diners went flying, Rotton Cotton had ordered Rack of Lamb,
found himself with a Lap of Lamb but managed to save the
bottle of wine - a true hasher. |
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