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Hello hashers, its Baldbrick again.  Its only about 10 or 11 runs since my last report so I can only assume someone out there likes my style of scribing.
Anyway, to the run.

Another late season weekend away, Kettlewell this time and another "short" run to the pub on Friday night.

The only problem was that some daft sod let the Septics set the short Friday run to the pub.  The word short seems to have been omitted from their dictionary.

We gathered outside the four-star youth hostel, it really was very warm, clean and comfy.
Full up with Antiseptic's lovely onion soup & crusty bread and several of the unusual beers stocked by the YHA, we looked forward to a short plod.

Instead, off we went from the bright lights of KEttlewell into the blackness.  The tarmac didn't last long and we soon found ourselves on the green stuff with a bit of shiggy thrown in.

This was a very stileish run, in fact there seemed to be dozens of them, one every 50 yards or so.  Poor old Upperskirt's head torch failed and she found herself in the dark, a place I often seem to be.  She had to tag along behind more illuminated souls for the rest of the run.

After what seemed like milesof running away from Kettlewell over the aforementioned stiles, what absolute bliss to come upon a f-f-fish hook.

Once we had all negotiated the fish hook it was downhill a bit and then a run alongside the river to a check by some very dodgy in the dark stepping stones.  Well, you guessed it, the trail was over the stones and took quite a while to get everybody safely across, once over we realised we were finally heading back to Kettlewell, although stilll a fair way to go with several shiggy patches in our way.

Eventually we got back to the village and into the OnInn, The Racehorses.

Now having read this back, I realise I didn't mention we were in fancy dress, hallowe'en being the theme.  Some pretty good outfits there were too.  We raised a few eyebrows when we all trooped into the pub looking like outtakes from Michael Jackson's Thriller video.

I was asked to pose for photos wearing my blood-splattered white overalls and Frankenstein's monster mask whilst blowing the hash horn, God knows where those photos have ended up, Interpol maybe.

One kind lady offered us money thinking we were on a charity run, but soon changed her mind when I said she could give us the money but it would go over the bar.

The pub was lovely, the three Timothy Taylor beers were lovely and as the evening wore on, everything got a bit fuzzy, yet another ruddy good hash.