Fiona Dawkins writes:
A jolly Saturday afternoon romp through a working farm that would not be out of place as a Wuthering Heights backdrop, aptly shrouded in mist. (Heathcliff did not make an appearance.)
From the terrain I would hazard that dung filled mammals were raised above ground and burrowing critters below. We all cantered onwards and upwards over rolling hills that rolled upwards far more than downwards and then daintily tipped our toes in the water features the first on which had an uncanny resemblance to the Grand Canyon.
We loved this adventure so much the first time round that we stayed on for another round finally being guided off the course by marshals from the Wim Hof mould. Once dried and recovered we all embraced Wim Hof and valiantly cheered on the men’s team until we could take no more and slunk off to our warm showers and baths.
Lesson from today, cross country is an in and out event. Get there just before the start and get out as soon as politely possible. I don’t care about waiting for medals that I will never win and whilst cheering on one’s fellow team mates is very commendable there is a time and a place for everything and a soaking wet, cold muddy field on a Saturday afternoon is not it! Well done everyone and see you all there next year 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼