Did I mention we’re camping at a dog show? Yes it is true. There
are no showers on site, so we go feral and it’s out with the wet wipes. All
good practice for Glastonbury.
With it being a Saturday, naturally L has to do a Parkrun. Which
means an early start and a trip by bus but she gets there, to a place called Woodhouse
Moor on the outskirts of Leeds.
Apparently a nice chap with a tray of cakes helped her find the
start. Is there such a thing are not-nice man with cakes? Naturally he was just
softening her up for the three loops. Shoot her now. She’ll be ready for that post-run
chocolate brownie.
Her performance clearly upstages ours. We get eliminated in
our first run for having the wrong collar on, with tags, that MD not me. I also told him to
go 'through' the A Frame rather than 'over' it. Not a good start but little did I
know at the time that this was to be our best run of the day. Five runs and not
a sniff of a clear round.
We regroup in the pub later, trying the Otley Tap House
before returning to the Horse and Farrier for more Porter and food. L discovers
they sell a keg (sorry craft) version of Black Sheep’s Riggwelter. Then we make a
return trip to the Junction Inn to see if they’ve replenished the OP, which thankfully
they have.
(Saturday 13th June)
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