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Awoken early by my extremely accurate Timex alarm vertebrae I brewed up and awaited the start of Egg run, which may have started early in some places as the sides of Donald's tent appeared to balloon slightly now and again accompanied by low frequency parping noises akin to the sound of someone trying to start an old GT380 that was fitted with spannies. Thats Guiness and real ale for ye. Poor Allie. |
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Now this is no traditional Egg Run, no, far be it from this lot that it would be. This is an Egg 'Collecting' run where the run revolves around 450 bikes parading through Blyth to various pubs who had been collecting Eggs donated by the regulars and public for some time, some donating money, before the run began the Morpeth Round Table presented a cheque for £250. |
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The eggs are distributed on the Sunday to Hospitals, care homes, childrens homes etc between Ashington and Newcastle. This year there were around 4000 Eggs to distribute. |
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I have to say a big thanks to Archi and his missus Anne for taking the time to lead me round the route in advance of the run to getphotos, this meant a lot of standing about for them for long periods waiting for the run to arrive. |
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There was no support from the local Police this year in terms of bike cops to block junctions, (apparently it has to be a 'memorial' run), another constabulary's bike cops offered to do it for nothing but were vetoed. Such is the state of the nation. Whilst we were on Blyth Main Street I was talking to some onlookers, they all without fail expressed 'shock and disbelief' (albeit in more flowery terms) at the stance of the local chief constable. Being it's sixteenth run out, the Egg run is well supported by the local population, after all it is in a good cause. |
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Despite Gordons stoic efforts to keep the run together it was inevitable that it would become fragmented and traffic lights and junctions had to be obeyed. Nevertheless, all the eggs were collected, Gordon and the other marshalls retained most of what sanity they had and so it was time to party. |
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 Why won't those buggers park where I tell 'em too ? |
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