CC was best – so much to see: we were carted off to bull&cowpat-infested meadows, a quarry, the local (horse) race course and the fenced grounds of a psychiatric hospital…and in the glory year 1982, I won a watch (after running 6km instead of 3, because of a false start; the route boasted a flattened cat corpse that we had to pass twice – completely overshadows happenings on the hockey field years later, where my partner in defense whacked out the front teeth of an opponent). Those were the days…currently about as fit as a double bass