Run 755 - Kilve Dormouse

Hare: Dormouse

Hounds: WAM, Just Bull, DITW, Phantom, Bigbird, Ferret, Liz, Tenzing, Floater, Gentleman Paul, Roadkill & Chris.

Biker: Bangkok.

Eleven southern shandy drinkers & one Northern trooper, good and true, assembled at Kilve Village Hall car park awaiting the off, given on the stroke by Liz in the absence of Dormouse.

The dirty dozen headed out of the car park and took a right onto Pardlestone Lane in the search of flour, but wait, what’s this? It appears we have been sabotaged as the markings have been rubbed out by some immature, small minded tosser with a tiny Willy. As Ferret was already with us, we were quickly able to rule him out as a suspect.

Luckily for us, the lazy culprit couldn’t be bothered to rub out the entire hash so we were quickly underway again after picking up the trail which took us off the lane and through a field at the side of Crooked Acre Copse. Ferret led the way, closely followed by Chris and the rest of us trailing closely behind.

Then we took a sharp right, across fields and over the other side of Pardlestone Lane. After traversing more fields and passing some dwellings, we reached a check and hit a brick wall as nobody could find the way. Ferret was climbing a hill to the left while Chris searched a field on the right. The rest of us scouring the field we were in.

Eventually, an extremely large R inside a circle was discovered which Chris had ran past about a hundred times which he took much deserved stick for and was proclaimed to have the eyes of a bat. By this time Ferret was half way to Exeter and much shouting by the ones with the loudest voices(WAM, Just Bull, Phantom, DITW, Liz), you get the picture, brought him to the regroup.

We then headed through many fields and an old farmhouse, before reaching the A39 and playing Frogger across to Frog Street. Another sharp right led us through fields and eventually back across the A39 & back to the car park.

On Down followed at the Hood Arms where we were joined by Bangkok. After a well-earned, not so reassuringly expensive pint, we had not 1 but 2 hounds to name. Liz was aptly crowned “TomTom” due to being a 1 woman GPS & Chris was christened the very apt “Bat eyes” for the regroup incident.

One final note (and this isn’t a joke), as we drove out of the car park, the newly named TomTom turned to me and said “Turn left at the end of the road”

Many thanks to Dormouse for another enjoyable run around Kilve.