R*n 440: Ninebanks to Alston

We pulled back the curtains on Saturday morning to a sprinkling of the white stuff but fortunately this had all melted by the time we had fuelled up and were ready to yell On On.

The mandatory circle having been formed and a certain hare having admitted to misdirections having been given on the previous run we set off … to the new directions… right up the hill! On on to shiggy hell and beyond!

Being a Wimp the rest of this travel log can only be seen from a rear seeing event point of view…aka ARSE! And what a lot of aka’s we had to follow that day! Tight, short, fat, sexy ( should’ve gone to Specsavers!) and a whole host of shiggied ones.

Shiggy Moor having been traversed that well known oasis finally came into view – the beer and cake stop. And good it was too. Once filled up we set off again, and we brought up the rear in style… we were girls on a mission… the pub and lunch!

A circle was formed back at the hostel that evening to give down downs to those who had sinned and to celebrate three christenings. We welcomed three ladies (and I use that term loosely)… Meep Meep, Hit and Run and Pocket Rocket.

We then proceeded to have a damn fine splendid night with only copious amounts of alcohol being consumed then it was lights out ready for Run 441. Night Night all xx