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“It was murder most fowl”
said Holmes. “Indeed” replied Watson, “but how will we ever find the culprit?”
“Elementary, my dear Watson”
said Holmes, lighting his pipe, “Let us start by eggs-amining
the culprit’s trail”
“Firstly, we know it was a
small peck that met in Chobhen for the run. It was
cold, definitely not roasting. So when the peck flew off they were able to
follow generous, not poultry, blobs of flour. The FRBs leading and the roost following behind. The run
started off-rhode and pretty much stayed there.”
“The trail was well layer-ed with plenty of chicks to keep the peck together and even
Nigel was cock-a-hoop when he found the hen-hen. Lots of egg-cellent paths and only a few poulet
of mud to dodge. The chicks were cleverly laid. Sometimes the pack
turned beak, but nest time they would capon with John Shaw at the front, pullet
them along.”
“Then the peck arrived in
the high street at the church, getting curious looks from the yolk of Chobhen. But no time for a rest, so it was chooks away and
over the zebra crossing, in case there were any carton the road.”
“How very interesting” said
Watson, “Then what?”
“Shell I tell you any more
Watson?” said Holmes. “Well, despite the best efforts, the hares could not coop
the peck together, which was a bit un-clucky and some headed for home. But
going down the brood may have been feather than the actual trail”
“The roost, dedicated
peep-le, found trail and capon going. They couldn’t be bantam. But wattle did
they find? Was this the scene of the hen-ious crime?
But still, it did not make the peck comb to a stop. By now Roo
and chef were leading the way, scratching a chick to lead the peck in.”
So well
done Mark and Linda. A truly “guilt” edged run. Egg-tremely pheasant and definitely one
for the albumen.
“But who was the culprit
Holmes?”
“Has anyone seen this dog
lately?”
When is a figure of eight
not a figure of eight? A great enigma and discussions on this may rage for as
long as WH3 has bodies to argue it. But first, the run.
To some the printed word will always be a mystery. Hence it was that at
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Why does it always rain on
me, missing miss Dhal and a repeat of Prof Brian Cox
on TVeeeee. Yes you guessed it hashing in the wet
around the delectable backstreets and woodlands of Ottershaw.
True to form, Dingaling arrived by the skin of his
teeth for the on off. Despite the yards of mud and the deepest of puddles
turning newly scrubbed shoes brown an amazingly clever run venturing not far
from the pub had the local knowledge foxed by the endless choice of footpaths. Down
Sunnyside lane for the On In, the dirty dozen reconvened near a real log fire, Addlestones cider and real ale. That's what I call mood
food.
A cheery group of Weybridge
regulars turned up for this Towny run round
suburbia. Wasser
has been practicing his back alleys well If this run
is anything to go by. A lovely
meandering run, which you never knew where it was going next! Couple of nice surprise visitors, one
Knickers, able to fit us in between flights these days I never know whether she
is
As we set off under Berrylands station all the way back to
Here’s to the next…..with a
little more flour that’s all.
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