Our hare for the evening was Dingo, who mentioned at the start of the run that it might involve false trails. This turned out to be something of an understatement, with (by my estimate) , no fewer that seven false trails (see map) – some of them not that trivial either. However, it was worth persevering to make it to the European themed drink stop by the banks of the Thames, where we are able to feast on a wide selection of cheeses, meats, pate and French bread, washed down by a generous flagon of red wine. None of which will be available to us post Brexit, of course! Dingo must now be one of the front-runners for WLH drink stop of the year, vying with Mad Cow and Butt Plug for the top spot.
Back in the circle, Whacker performed RA duties with occasional assistance from Pope, with the usual down-downs being awarded to the usual suspects.