Spiderman's
testament.
When I woke up and looked outside I
thought yes a nice sunny day - the sun will soon melt the heavy frost.But as
we drove up towards the downs we could see they were in fog.Indeed an eery
spectre greeted at the top Bignor Hill but no sign of the hares/ We waited
for them to appear through the murkbut being a bit cold we decided to set off
with the minimal of chat from the JMs. We had a rookie reporter recordour
deed in which publication I know not.We set off south west down Monarch's Way
and then south toward Slindon.When we got there it was after 12:00 so I was
sure that a bus would be laid on to take us back to the cars but no.So the
route continues parallel to the A29 and then north - finally in a homeward direction.With
leg failing I hobbled up to the tail enders. The front runners decided to
follow the true path.(and so enter paradise?) heading down hill to the west.
The rest continued north.The the same thing happened a mile later and it was
just yours truly, Can Man and Dogwhistle who persevered with the strategyof
aiming toward the finish.We crossed private land past Home farm / Conygate
then to the lest of Stammers finally rejoining Monarch way and bothstrands of
the pack for the last 200m back to the Chariots. Golly was I weary.
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Bambi's
testament
(what
Spiderman missed)
Before we
came to the parting of the ways we had suffered greatly, verily there had
been great wailing and gnashing of teeth amongst the tribes on account of the
long distances between checks, the hostility of the residents of the land of Bignor and
the lightness of the markers that were guiding us onward. We were unaware
that the prophet and Humble Scribe had been sorely injured during his sojourn
in that far off land.And so it came to pass that a number of the tribe decided
not to follow the way of the Humble Scribe and gave into temptation and took
the path of iniquity following the false god which is branded with the mark
of GPS.The true followers descended to the West following the path of
righteousness. Yea verily, blessed are the ways of the Humble Scribe, for
presently the path was found to ascend to an extent that sorley tried the
faithful even unto the last. In due time we came upon those who had followed
the false god and there was much rejoicing at their repentance in returning
to the way of the Humble Scribe. It was with glad heart that together we made
the final ascent to the alter of the Humble Scribe where we found a table
laid out with a great banquet. After much feasting, verily even the
consumption of a large sweetmeat marked with the number 600 which had come
from the house of the mistress of the tribe, we did honour the Humble Scribe
and his beautiful handmaiden for showing us the way to a weary body and
peaceful soul. Onward Onward, Bambi.
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