The Surrey Slog, not to be confused with the Surrey Sloggi, which
might be an underwear shop...
"Roll up! Roll up! Get your Slogs here!"
There's always one...
Ok, now we can start.
Well what do you know? This is our nearly-missed-it chap leading up
the first hill! He'll actually take second place in the end to the
guy behind him now, but this is the last we'll see of either of them
as they'll soon be too far ahead for my short cuts to be short
enough to get back in front.
And here's Amanda right in the pack.
Oops, who put that there?!
Amanda comes down the hill just a few moments too late to be
confronted by a horse.
Of course, no sooner are you down that hill than you have to climb
up another one. But it's a very pretty hill...
The Marcel Marceau Mime Club team are out in force.
See, here's another!
And seen through the trees, some who still need some practice...
Looks like the top of another hill!
Indeed it is: Holmbury Hill, 261m above sea level according to
Wikipedia (and my GPS agrees). However, I'm sitting on top of the
trig point, so call it 263 or so. Anyway, there's a fine view if you
ignore all the runners.
He's stopping to admire the view himself, not because he's knackered
from the climb up, good Lord no!
Another adventure-filled day for the medical team!
Right, let's head back to the finish.
Just one final obstacle...
Then down the really narrow bit (complete with a big muddy puddle
it's impossible to avoid)...
And emerge into the light once more!
We have been neglecting our post-race star jumps lately. We will
remedy that omission by the topiary.
So to Painshill Park, and after all that running around after
runners, I need a little sit-down while Amanda can do the hard work
of taking a picture.
Next week, we invade Dorset!
Love to all,