Kiss my puppy

Much excitement tonight as a new runner joined the Lovely Lady Group - not another lovely lady but a bloke who used to be in the army and wants to have a run with us for fitness.
The poor bloke joined on the night Alan decided to send us on the worst of the winter routes, necessary now the dark nights have set in.
But he hung on along the sea front, and didn't bat an eyelid when we turned left and kept climbing pretty much until we had crossed the ring road and passed the Old Smokey.

Here it is. It isn't long, but it's a pig. Click where it says 'show elevation' if you don't believe me.
Two members, whose names should remain shrouded in mystery for the time being, discussed their two-pronged Dream Ticket campaign for the running club chairmanship and vice-chairmanship. They said they would be out canvassing and would be going door to door kissing babies.
Nanna said: "You can come round and kiss my puppy". It probably shouldn't have seemed quite as funny as it did.
Sometimes it's like running with the cast of a Carry On film...