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Date: Friday, August 22, 2008

From: Neil and Tony

Postcard from The Golden Sheaf

We arrived at the Sheaf not long after the lead pack, and in time for our fourth refreshment of the day.   We joined the one or two locals on the footpath to watch the seventy thousand go by, and soon found our numbers swollen by runners dropping in for one or two before heading off to Bondi … although I'm not sure the "City to Sheaf" team at the next table were planning on Bondi.

The place got rowdy when the Smurfs arrived and were in no hurry to leave, and when the Storm Troopers arrived ten minutes later a roar went up and it looked as if there was going to be a battle of galactic proportions.

Racing shoes slapped the pavement.   The band played on.   Fairies danced by.   The last few walkers dawdled past.   Two police cars swept an empty road.   Peace prevailed.