Originally Posted by
Longdogs
Well done Wheeze, and everyone else who ran. Great turnout today, 81! And perfect conditions, 2 new records. Thanks everyone for coming and thanks to all those who helped- Gill, Kay, Martin, Sue, John the Watch and Pat.. and gate-lady (sorry don't know your name!).
Sorry if my organisation was even more haphazard than usual, i had a rather fraught night last night. Having got the beer i went for a route recce, but one of my dogs conked out halfway up the Cribyn and had to be carried off. Got back in the light though and was all set for an early night. However, was not counting on Cwm Gydi car park being the local bloody dogging spot. Many hours of to-ing and fro-ing and much flashing of headlights was to follow. They come.. they flash.. they go.. they come.. they flash.. etc. Who would have thought an essential part of the R.O.'s kit would be a large sign saying "Piss off i have no interest in watching you copulate". Anyway, this desisted just after 2am when i was then able to get to sleep... alas, not for long. At 05:45 hours approx 100 soldiers arrived in a fleet of mini-buses, and proceeded to do.. well, i'm not sure what (probably not dogging), but i hope to God they weren't the SAS, because stealthy they were not. Or military intelligence, because even my friend's 12 year old daughter could tell you that a van with condensation on the inside of the windows is occupied. Pleasantries were exchanged, during which i ascertained that i was armed with 4 wimpy dogs (one of which unable to stand), and they had large guns. Now i am not known as being a person who likes to lose an argument, but when you know you're beaten you should walk away with dignity, with your head held high! Or, in my case, drive, with your head out of the window shouting obscenities. Her Majesty's finest finally left at 7am ish in a flurry of horn-pipping, just in case i had dropped off in between bouts of shouting and door slamming. (I hadn't). I did actually go back to sleep, but i wished i hadn't because i had one of those horrible lucid dreams. If you're interested, it involved an undulating canal and a 27-hour clock- mighty confusing when you think you're already awake and have a fell race to organise. Anyway, mustn't grumble, i thought.. a good strong coffee and i'll be grand. Yet.. in a cruel twist of fate, or maybe inexplicable muppetry, i had somehow packed an empty jar of coffee.. just the faint smell of coffee, but no, well, actual coffee. I confess i thought long and hard about drowning myself in the nearby stream, but i'd have been sorry to miss my annual telling off from Puffing Billy about the location of Checkpoint 1, so i decided to go and put the flags out instead.
As a consequence of the above, the 200 mile drive home and the fact i have to get up at the crack of dawn for work tomorrow, i will not be writing up the results until tomorrow. If anyone has a problem with that, do let me know, but please be aware that i have all your addresses and access to petrol and matches.