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Report 1472
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FOXGLOVES!
IN FLOWER AND ON FLOUR!
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We found Knoll Road fine and dandy, despite the hare's anxiety at the reference to Milton Heath - which is next door but remained unvisited.
We none of us knew what WYC meant, nor yet what to make of the quiverful of flour arrows adorning the carriageway. The answers turned out to be mutually contradictory - WYC = (park) Where You Can, whereas the arrows meant "Park here, and nowhere else". It seemed an inauspicious start, with the superb monkey-puzzle tree an alarming omen; it quickly became worse, with the co-hare ordering us to ignore Lord Raleigh's out trail and go at once to the solution to his first check (a check which would in fact have allowed a glimpse of Milton Heath...)
We must I think blame Supa for calling the pack across the A24 as the solution to a back check; he had in reality muddled out-trail with solution and had no idea what he was up to. These Guildford men... In reality it was a back check, though we should have got there via a perfectly safe tunnel; indeed Puffer and FRB came within ambs ace of finding the flour before anyone had even reached that check circle.
Credit where credit is due. Since Lord Raleigh is famous for setting disastrously confusing, or even illegal, trails, it must be acknowledged here that this was a good, intelligent, well-laid trail in almost unfamiliar territory.
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The sun shone, the Knitting Circle under the determined leadership of JM Bonn Bugle got completely lost and (again!) missed the ceremonies, and a good time was had by all. True, the trail did present its own oddities; the flour at times lasted only a few yards after the check was solved before the next check came into view, at others there seemed to be no check at all, only a remote solution, and above Cold Harbour lane we came to two check circles separated by a bar. (Code, I suppose, for bollocks and a cock-up....) Not many of us saw this enigma; Dissa, who had long before found in-trail when the rest of us were finding out-trail, had called the pack on without troubling himself over niceties like reaching a check circle. These Guildford men...
The On-In conclusion to the trail was dominated by the Pied Piper family circle: the great man, his wife, his brother, his nephew (the last two front-running virgins) and a small fan club. (Well, Dissa and FRB, to be precise). To be sure we found at the bucket not only the wounded such as Ear Trumpet but also dissidents such as Tosser, doing their own thing; but there was plentry of beer to comfort us.
Sweeping aside the agonised remonstrances of the RA, Tequil'over called the Circle while the JM and her chums were still elsewhere (just as well, as we have seen); but Arfur did her work womanfully, after we had saluted the virgins and the returners (Ivor, and the other Velcro, even though this worthy was scornful of Surrey speed) All in all a fine celebration of the feast of Sts Peter and Paul.
ON ON FRB
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