By: Blonde Two
It is now 07:01 hours and the bacon has been eaten, the crowds have gathered, the last minute panics have been had, the prayer has been said and the cannon has fired.
The teams are on their way, still visible for a few minutes; soon they will disperse onto their routes across Dartmoor. We leaders will know nothing of them for the next hour or so until we check the boards; and then it will be checking, hoping, checking, hoping … it will go on like that all weekend with maybe a gap or two for coffee and cake.
But first there is a truly messy mess tent and a stinking pile of washing up to sort out! Oh yes, and at some point I must change out of the clothes that I donned on Friday morning. It seems so long ago!