Strange signs

A Hash run at the beginning of February can be a somewhat dreary affair, with cold dampness, strong wind (howling in your face, not leaving your behind) and a little rain are the fitting ingredients for a Hashers Sunday afternoon pastime.

 Congregating in Biedermannsdorf, not far from home S.Energy and yours truly tried to make best use of fields, sufficient mud and a trail that pointed across the fields, and, after bridging the nearby motorway, was leading into the quieter parts of Wiener Neudorf. We the Hares were blatantly unaware of the fear that flour marks on the ground can cause in reputable locals. As we were nearing a cross-walk we were stopped by two ladies who declaimed "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?". By means of explanation, which included showing them a bag of flour, our family dog Just Melios and some short description about what was going to happen a little later on, the two were still highly suspicious. Consequentally, on a very well known social network that shall not be mentioned here we earned the mention that "strange signs had been spread all round, of powder-like consistence which had to be taken away".

Different time, different place! 

Runwise, it was more walking that running and getting towards the end those marks leading to the carpark were wiped out already, causing a little delay for Boney M. and Lord Glo-Balls, OVH to find the right way.

25 very windy minutes at the Hash circle later it was on off to the nearby Bauernschenke Taschler, a great place, to be recommended.

Official Moron Pics? I am waiting just like all the rest of you.

One of my pics will have to do for now.

What's for tea, Mom?