What goes around comes around and it was back to Glasson Dock. The description of the run to come, provided by Feels on Wheels was so detailed that by the end of the circle, I knew the run so well there seemed little point in doing it. The on inn was just across the road and opening for lunch as the circle finished and there was a strong temptation to do a quick diversion. In retrospect (after being soaked!) this would have been the best option.

As always, herd mentality kicks in and off we went. along the canal and onto a road followed by fields and the first wimps/rambos split.

Glasson Dock and its environs are flat but not totally featureless. We spotted a mown lawn in a field of cows which was for the use of a model aeroplane club, pretty farmhouses and views to the coast. The wimps missed out on a look at Cockersands Abbey, we were so close but never quite made it, however the Rambos ran past it.

By this time the rain had set in and we were getting soaked. Feels on wheels met us at the fishook and said that the rain had washed most of the markings away on the last bit of the run so to make our own way back to Glasson.

We formed a drippy circle.

• D2's went to Morticia for fouling the trail.
• The hares for a pleasant run.
• Master Baker for identifying a strange dog as Harry.
• Cum Yak Yak for moaning with hunger

Forced to kneel in the muddy water of the car park by a temporary RA with a cruel streak, Helen was christened with a liberal amount of Eau minerale. Her new hash name is Black Pudding.