We met at the coach station in Vera, with one hare, who was going to run, it was obvious that might mean trouble. We were then set a quiz on the spelling of whisky or whiskey! The trails were apparently marked in white matt paint, the walkers were told to follow the markers and instructed that when we had gone past the stable we were to ignore the big R as that was a check for the runners. The temperatures were beginning to soar as we set off in different directions. We walked by Lidl and under the bypass, we then saw our first check marker, it all looked very hopeful.
We then made our first mistake by not following a marker and ended up at a closed garden centre, after about twenty minutes we got back on track, but by now we were behind the runners. The views to the sea were pretty, there was a breeze and we then made our next mistake, we followed a white marker, this looked hopeful as the track wound its way by a stable with horses.
We continued on, following another marker, I heard a lot of gunfire to the right and some interesting rock formation caught my eye, so I moved nearer to the edge to get a photo, there on the valley floor were the runners, making a fast exit. We met up with the hare, who informed us we should have ignored the marker, that had been just for the runners, although it was identical. We needed to go back to the main track to the stable.
We retraced our steps and continued along the dusty road, we saw no further markers, but reassured ourselves we were not lost as the runners were heading down a ridge in roughly the same direction. Ahead was a broken down shack with a corrugated roof, apparently this was the stable we were looking for, although there were no horses, scattered on the ground very dry hard brown lumps and straw was evidence there had been at some time. I asked the hare where the big R was and he pointed across another field away from Vera. We followed slowly after the runners, we then came to a larger track which looked like it headed back towards the town, by now the runners were dots on the horizon even further away. We had been walking for over 50 minutes, unanimously we decided to make our own trail back to Vera.
My question is : When is a stable not a stable?