The Edinburgh Branch of the Harriers ( Ros’s daughter Fi and her partner David ) got in touch to say that they had entered a team in the Bad Cow 12 hour relay

David had run the Giants Head as his first Marathon and was keen to experience another White Star event. The prospect of running in the beautiful Dorset countryside again, with the added attraction of the “Love Station” plus an on site bar made the Bad Cow the obvious choice.

The Team was to consist of David, Fiona, Becky and myself ( Kevin )
As Davis and Fiona were touring Devon and Cornwall on a camping holiday they were able to arrive on site the evening before the race and pitch the tents ( we had arranged to camp overnight after the race, that way we could enjoy a few drinks in the bar )
The relay event was due to start at 07:30, and as Fiona and Davis were already on site they could start running and Becky and I could slot in when we arrived later in the morning.

Becky and I arrived about 9:30 and met up with Fiona, Fi had already completed one lap and Davis was running his second. The changeover point was at the bottom of a field, with a huge Marquee with plenty of tables and chairs and of course a Bar provided by Piddle Brewery.
It was a lovely sunny morning and it was great to see so many familiar faces and catch up with friends.




White Star really know how to put on an event and look after the runners, there was ample changing, plenty of food stalls, a bar and even an on site hairdresser. Many thanks to Andy, Ginny and the great marshals and helpers who made the week end such a great experience.

Each lap was 7k and meandered through the beautiful heathlands near Corfe, the terrain was mixed, with a little bit of Tarmac but mostly sandy wooded trails. The bonus was the Love Station at about the 4k mark where there was beer, cider, food and a hug awaiting the runners on each lap, Truly a fine way to encourage the competitors to head out for that one more visit to the Love Station.

Although the day had started out sunny there was rain forecast for the afternoon. As Becky handed the baton ( a squeaky toy in the form of a cow ) to me as I headed out on my second lap of the day,I could see the clouds gathering. Sure enough, about half way round the heavens opened and the thunder rumbled as I battled on before seeking refuge at the Love Station.



The rain didn’t dampen the teams spirits and we carried on until the late afternoon where by common consent we decided to call a halt to the running and spend more time in the bar.
By this time Ros had cycled out to join us, intending to cycle back later in the day. The lure of the excellent ales from the Piddle Brewery bar proved too much of a temptation and we persuaded Ros that there was room enough in one of the tents.

We collected our goody bags and medals and settled in to an evening of beer and laughter before retiring back to our tents*

* It had been 10 years since i last spent a night under canvas, I’d forgotten how challenging it can be once the first flush of youth has passed.