Eggs were the name of the day -
enough to pick your likeness.....
A cold north wind with sleet had greeted the hare Mr Rusty, who laid today's trail; but by the time the pack arrived it was puddles and the usual fine noon start for the run...
Grandma Nikita, Daughter and Granddaughter joined for the fun.......
Her Day-Glo jacket had advertising - which you can read.....
Boy Racer had returned from his
world tour......
With Wine D Roads....
Who admitted she had washed his
trainers in DAZ as they sparkled in residual snow...
So, four bags of flour - eggs to
look for en-route - and they are off....
Skiing down a shingle bank...
Some take the high road...
'Too steep' cries Nikita...
Fenced in...
Swan Lake....greeting..
Well trodden paths...
To clues and treasure - choco
Easter eggs...downhill they go..
Look - 'my one has won!'
But they have not cracked, demonstrates Boy Racer..
Mr Rusty cries 'On on' while Ciderman demolishes his 3rd egg in peace..
On Up
Now who in the woods would have left a new tent with erection instructions, her jacket and keys.....?
Back at the On Inn who is choosing
Nikita's likeness on the egg to roll...?
Off for the Easter Egg rolling
thrill....!
OK, it's not a big hill, and it is
soft moss....
Retribution for the GM who forgot to take the beer to the ski Run...
And a swoosh to finish a grand Easter run..