Anyway. After carefully considering several options, we chose Easter Craiglockhart Hill for our stomping ground. We needed a place that was big enough, and out-of-the-way enough, to accommodate our mischief without too many onlookers or passers-by.
|view of the Pentlands|
|ouchy, prickly, sticky, pokey|
|seekers circling the nexus of horror|
Although some chose gorse, one participant elected to be a roaming hider, which proved an excellent strategy. He was observed darting from place to place, carefully avoiding Joe and any other found players who became seekers as well. I chose to hide in a tree; although I enjoy climbing and high places, I was found before I even had a chance to nap (one of my typical tree-climbing pastimes).
We convened at the top of the hill, where KT had appeared with a water bottle. This precious water was greedily set upon by several desperate and dehydrated participants, who unfortunately forgot about the thirst-quenching properties of wine. For our next round we decided to expand our boundaries to include the forested part of the hill, and the grounds of the Napier University Craighouse buildings.
Our second round was decidedly more difficult for our hapless "It." He very gamely traipsed around the varied landscape, searching in vain for each carefully concealed individual. He found one or two within a reasonable time frame, but it took quite a while to discover everyone else.
|a few rather impressive edifices belonging to Napier Uni|
Our third and final round had a very sensible 30 minute time limit. As one of the seekers, I found myself circling aimlessly around a huge area, without discovering anyone. I also had to constantly remind myself that I was supposed to be seeking, not looking for nice trees to climb - this did not bode well for my progress. My resourceful co-seeker managed to procure a rather large, dangerous-looking metal pole, which made an excellent bushwhacker. Fortunately, our hiders had abandoned the gorse by this point, so no-one was injured. When the 30 minutes was up, we were summoned back to the top of the hill by the sonorous bellowing of one of our more vocally gifted participants.
|the view from Marianne's hiding place|