Sunday dawned bright and sunny again.  Wonderful!  We decamped and set off to Pateley Bridge ready for the foray into Sir Tom Tom territory.  Well, after a coffee anyway.

As well as the happy campers, Shiggy Pop and Muddy Waters were brave enough to venture into Yorkshire and assault the countryside.  It was warm, could be termed HOT!

After saying a fond farewell to Hand Job who had very important matters to go home for – maybe we’d tired him out - off we went anticipating climbing many mountains of flour. We were surprised as all we found at first were small respectable piles of flour spaced at long intervals so they couldn’t reproduce!  Amazing – some piles of flour had even had an argument and threw us off on a false trail – it was fun!  Our very kind hare had organised TWO beer stops! and this was where assistant hare, Forever Blowing, was very kind too, by providing ice-cold drinks.

Morticia was on a ‘go slow’ day and brought up the rear ensuring that UpperSkirt didn’t get lost!  But then, we knew it couldn’t last, the piles of flour had sneaked closer to each other and started reproducing. It would have very difficult to get lost, even for UpperSkirt as the flour piles had spread and were overtaking the woodland floor.  I had to do something about it – the locals might have thought there’s been a freak snowstorm so I have to admit to obliterating many flour piles to increase the space between them and stop the overpopulation that was beginning to occur.  The r*nners behind me didn’t notice that there was an assault taking place right there in front of them and managed to reach the next beer stop safely!

We followed a good trail through fields, under trees and alongside a reservoir back to the On Inn.

The circle, well, line, was conducted in an orderly fashion and involved many naughty hashers and some not so naughty but deemed guilty anyway.

A fitting end to a wonderful Hashing weekend.