Well, it's been a few weeks since we laid the run, but since then been busy, not having fun. But we've been over it all, to see what we can recall.

We laid the trail with dust, no, it was flour.
And the weather was fine,
No, there was a shower.
Ah yes – I remember it well.

We laid it as dusk, no, it was light.
And Cockshoot Hill, I remember it still,
No, we avoided it that night.
Ah yes, I remember it well.

The trail went over tundra,
No, along the A600.
Into parts that were foreign...
No! Rowney Warren.
Ah yes, I remember it well.

The trail was all mud, no, it was dry in the wood.
Ah yes, I remember it well.

Then through Chicksands, and down by the Hit.
No, Blofelt said it's the Flit.
Ah yes, I remember it well.

And we ran that false trail,
No, we went back for ale.
The beer at the Tap was so clear and bright,
Yes, I thought it was alright.
Ah yes, I remember it well.

We got a Down-Down for our trouble,
But a half, not a double!
In a plastic beaker, not a glass.
For that, The Words can wait to pass.
Ah yes, I remember it well.

One last thirt,
You didn't wear your Hare Shirt.
Ah yes, I forgot it.

On On
Knbbr and Capn F