In the middle of Tuesday night, under the cover of darkness, I ran all the way around Kenilworth castle in nothing but my pants (and a hat, and a pair of trainers - which I think is allowed as it's a harsh winter night). I decided to take Morris for support (he would be running virtually naked as well). I also thought that if anyone approached us we could both bark at them, which should keep any weirdos at bay.
Fortunately nobody saw me until right at the end, when I was stopped in my tracks by a pair of bright headlights beaming directly at me. I hurriedly got into the car, so Clare could drive us away at high speed (after she'd taken a few photos and laughed a lot).
So there you go, I am eagerly anticipating a nice cheesecake promised by Clare, and I'm already thinking about December's task: to make a short film with morris.