Hares: Beats Me and Just Snowy
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alleys Regional Park said Mermaid, as we got back in the car, heading for another attempt at starring on the BBC. The bemused look on my face obviously caught her eye, so she explained about the cunning plan to get the local layabouts to take an interest in looking after their surroundings and stop burning out cars etc.
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pparently the most excellent terrain we had just completed was a perfect example of this hare-brained scheme. I recalled some wonderful views, some illegal off-roading, quite a few piles of builders rubbish and the odd sheep (me!). So perhaps she was right after all.
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aura and Rosie joined us in this sunny, Red Dress escapade and proceeded to demonstrate what running is all about Š this is running as opposed to r*nning, which of course is what seasoned MountinÕ Sheep Hashers do. Rosie called in on the way back from narrowly avoiding having to work with Mermaid for the foreseeable future, whilst Laura has been hiding her light in the Heath Hospital dispensing speedy health care to unsuspecting mountaineers.
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arlier, the Hares has decreed that as it was nearly ValentineÕs Day we should all wear Red Dresses, which gave a good excuse for airing the old RD (and matching undies) in time for itÕs appearance Down Under in a few weeks time. The theme was well supported and as an incentive the hares invented a new check Š the hug check. Dog almost managed to avoid the first of these, but most of the rest went to speedy Laura, who seemed to try that little bit harder to get to every check first just in case.
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ot everyone in Cefn y Crib seemed to be taken by the beautifully attired pack. Indeed the horny JacobÕs Sheep and back to front Balwens ran for their lives
when Seagull jumped into their peaceful pasture and the man on the greenlane could only get out and stare as he conversed about land-Rovers with a bearded man in a red mini-dress.
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hree hugs-for-Laura checks later, we set off across the tundra, looking down on Llanhillieth and arrived at a well appreciated heart-shaped-chocolates-and-jellies check. Farty made a terrible pun, but as he was actually dressed in red and not causing us all brain-ache trying to decipher his twisted logic of a fancy dress outfit, I wonÕt recall his utterance.
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n the nick of time we turned for home, surprising a few of the more robust members of the local community (if only I could lip-read!- Ed) and came across some interesting puddles which were swiftly emptied by Rosie and Dog. Rounding the bag of builders rubble, Sheep declared the heat too much and exposed a large acreage of flesh.
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ow IÕve just realised that I havenÕt mentioned a couple of people. Firstly, Ho and Bo arrived before the OnOn, possibly the first time ever. And there was also the JCB driver and his mate, the donkey-jacketed navvy, aka Weeny Teeny and Trotsky. WT looked resplendent in his his-vis jacket and hard hat, which he should have kept in place as a dramatic fall was achieved whilst not wearing it. Oh yes, they brought Teeny and Two Lips with them.
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ven the weather was good, as we sat in the garden between the fishpond and the slide Š and Dog didnÕt get into either. Down downs went to visitors, new boots, trangressors etc Š as usual, but I donÕt remember who as there was lots of swapping going on. Well done to the new Hares!
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