I think I am losing my touch as well as my knees.
Turning up at KB for the Pub Run to find that the bar is shut. Unforgivable.
It was looking like a small turnout until a few stragglers and the “Already been to the pub” group appeared. Kudos for their forethought!
With about 25 folk by the time we passed the flattened “Briadburn”, we headed to Liberton Rugby Club.
Excellent (if a little surprised) service as usual, and the use of tracking technology gained us one more runner.
The fire door spilled us all onto the playing fields and we headed to “The Robins Nest” to the usual car horns from the motorists that we cheered up.
Amber and Jasper were barred from the pub, they reckoned the Robin wouldn’t be safe. So Gordon and Aidy drank outside as we all struggled in the heat of the pub.
We ran through Ellen’s Glen, giving The Northfield a miss (too expensive) and heading straight for “The Waverley” where we were welcomed as usual. Although we did interfere with a few games of pool.
Heading on past the last Christmas House left int he estate we stopped at the site of “The Old Bordeaux” for mulled wine and mince pies.
It was time for some mud so on across the fields to find the Coyle’s new house where Tallsker was liberally poured while we sang carols in the garden.
A quick half mile on to “The Stable Bar” but no baby Jesus at the stable, although there were a few wise men. We were shown the descending spider hidden in the rafters as we imbibed a lovely beer.
On the Chateaux Whitlie through Mortonhall Arboretum and we were offerred three whiskies and some tablet.
Stewie had entered a race last week just to win some whisky for us. Ta Much!!
Running the Buckstone path we had a last stop for a hip flask share before the road and then headed for the Waiting room for the last drink or two.
A great night, as usual, made perfect by a quick phone call to get Fraser out of his bed and give me (and 3 others) a run home, what a boy!
Willie