Nine hashers turned out for this full moon event from the Station Hotel in Caton. Just when you think there are no more ways to run round this village, a clever hare throws in a private drive (they had permission apparently), which momentarily threw the cocky amongst us who didn't think we could possibly get lost!

Soon back on familiar territory, we soldiered on, completely missing the W/R split despite Bubbles apparently alerting us to it, so we all did the rambo bit. Not too arduous.

Trail was not picked up immediately on the home run along the cycle track, but as Forever Blowing so rightly pointed out, it had to be that way. She did get a down down for being foolish enough to say that in front of the RA. Back to the car park where the baptism of Clare aka Feels On Wheels took place.

Then to the Station for a mismanagement meeting which was mostly about run 150 in the Duddon Valley in July and insurance premiums which will be due next month.