D'you swallow

Went out running Friday, early morning start out in the sticks.
Parked at Rodbridge picnic area, a brave move for two blokes to do before you start. A place renowned for the more salubrious sides of life, so I've been told.
Anyway, we parked up, the time was around 7ish I would imagine. Upon getting out we was greeted by the sound of someone chucking up.
I said to Skip, I think he must have just run the route I have planned for us. He was really going for it, noise and all sorts.
Then it dawned on us both as we remembered where we were, maybe, just maybe, he'd experienced his first dogging session. I tried to convince myself, and Skip, that he had in fact actually been for a run, even though he had jeans on.
I instructed Skip upon our return from the run, when the happy puker had gone, to go and look at what he'd brought up.
Go see if theres anything 'ahem' alien in his sick Skip.
I thought Skip was gonna be sick himself at the thought of looking. Needless to say neither of us checked, we just chuckled to ourselves at the fact he was being sick due to guilt, or something like that.
One thing has just crossed my mind, we could have looked to see if his car windows were misted up, bugger, a missed chance.
It did have one good thing to come from it though, the first part of our run, up hill into Borely went ok as we was still talking about the happy dogger.