What a good turn out on a glorious sunny November morning
Did not quite make the bakers dozen but a very enthusiastic crew ready for a cross country spat
We headed for the informal H G Wells site where his science fiction novel “The War of the Worlds” had his disgorging Martians who are "big" and "greyish" with "oil brown skin," marking their landing site.
Well, a few of us did look vaguely familiar to those said creatures, after a mile into our run, but heh, who’s pointing fingers
Off towards a small airfield, Brooklands. Light aircraft taking off whilst we jog past.
Our ladies captain, Dee, has to examine the woodland correctly and decides to stop for a rest
I believe she just tripped and belly flopped into a muddy puddle. If anyone knows the true story, then please, answers on a post card
As we skirt the airfield, the track takes us towards a minor road then back onto a small track again.
Avoiding most of the boggy bits, we all head back towards the parking plot
Tony Sheridan
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