Ok. Computers and I rarely go well together and as this is my third attempt, I'm going to put on a sketchy version with an ending and then fill it in over the next few days so that I don't lose it to the mysterious consuming cyber space out there.

Here is my brief of the hash

Hashers running into the dusk away from a lovely warm pub.

Flour fading into wet grass and mud.

Head torch issues.

Rambo split without a view

Hares precision timing

Lurch's premonition.

Sir Tom Tom blinded by the light (Slackbladder's) Take note Bubbles.

No circle just the pub.

All hashers happy and hares richly praised