The past weeks' runs with fewer runners and more striders, were set in very picturesque locales with food and drink too.

The cap of the runs was the Old Town Bash, (not) set by the hare Wethole, still nostalgic about her hideout.

The pack dared the meandering lanes that hug the creek coast from the Fort Jesus all the way to the provincial hospital.

Notwithstanding this, the group set out of the old town siesta dusts and off to refreshing ozone-laden sea breeze to the water front on Mama Ngina Drive (Kilindini Drive ?) - at least until the bigwigs sort out their christening feuds.

The meet back at the Treasury Square on time for the lowering of the National Flag, led on to the next week's Hash.