It was the Sunday run following the AGM (which happened at some point), the H*sh gathered, keenly as ever, at the appointed venue, in front of the YHA (where, conveniently we were staying), in anticipation of a nice easy post-AGM r*n, given that Major TW*T was the hare (forgetting he had been assisted in the laying by Minor TW*t). We were further lulled into a false sense of security by his dapper dress - clearly he hadn’t or wasn’t going to see any shiggy (he even had slippers on, or so it seemed). Straight on through the village we dashed and up and up etc. Fish hook and up and up and up and fish hook and up an up and up and up and up and fish hook (were we going wrong, the hare had said due to a change of plans they had taken the low level option). Truly great views at the top. Down down down down down down down down down down down fishhook down down down down down down down down the road to a Beer Stop, great pub with a fire which Dormouse immediately hibernated in it, unlike everyone else who enjoyed the unseasonably warm weather (only a bit of drizzle) and then on, on, on, on to the On-Inn. Too many down downs to remember except for one notable exception - the sausage down down (post AGM dinner, Baldbrick unbelievably claimed to love raw sausage), so courtesy of Boghopper he got his wish the next day, as latter had secreted a raw sausage in his nether regions for the duration of the r*n and awarded it to Baldbrick who unbelievably ate it. Urgrrrrh. Off to the toilet now, cannot write any more.  Blaaaargh!!!....