R*n 256 started from Summit of Clawthorpe Lane, Burton-in-Kendal and the On Inn was Thunderdick & Bedside Manner's, Burton-in-Kendal.
| Hash Handle | Hare | Hound | Total |
|---|---|---|---|
| Bedside Manner - Hare | 5 | 36 | 41 |
| Thunder Dick - Hare | 6 | 39 | 45 |
| Baldbrick | 12 | 109 | 121 |
| Bubbles | 40 | 165 | 205 |
| Feels on Wheels | 8 | 58 | 66 |
| Forever Blowing | 29 | 162 | 191 |
| Full Member | 3 | 22 | 25 |
| Fur Coat | 6 | 48 | 54 |
| Major Twit | 8 | 96 | 104 |
| Master Baker | 5 | 59 | 64 |
| Tooth Fairy | 10 | 38 | 48 |
| Twisted | 12 | 68 | 80 |
| Upperskirt | 12 | 139 | 151 |
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This was our 2nd visit. We also visited on...
Hello yet again hashers, yer old mate Baldbrick scribing again. Well this was run 256 set by Thunderdick and Bedsidemanner, she of the lovely buns.
We started from the top of a hill near Farleton crag. Never a good feeling leaving your car on top of a hill because you know you are gonna have to come back up for it.
We set off in good spirit over the fell, the trail well laid, the weather very fair. We went up a bit then down a lot, I did tell you we started on top of a hill, plenty of checks, one of which saw Toothfairy go from frontrunner to a searchparty candidate, she seemed to be missing for days.
Down off this hill we went through lots of gorse, much of which was coming into flower, when we lit upon every hashers worst nightmare, a fffcuking fishook, Thunderdick is now officially one of the fascists of the hash. I of course obeyed the fishook impeccably, to do otherwise would be a disgrace. Once past this abomination of the hash we finally hit flat ground, and you guessed it, the Lancaster to Kendal canal, once more on the towpath and on to the beerstop. Thunderdick assured us we were over half way but me thinketh he smileth too much for my liking. We didnt stop for long cos it was too cold and the storm clouds were gathering.
Off we went up country lanes and into some pleasant fields and that was when the shit hit the fan, the sun slowly went out, the wind whipped up, the hailstones came down, the flour started to disappear and hashers started looking for loo rolls. I blew my hash horn like Joshua outside Jericho afraid that we might lose tailenders in the storm, but God looked down and smiled upon us, he sent the storm away and brought back the sunshine and the hills looked gorgeous bathed in it. On up one last steep lane back to the sanity of our cars. Everyone agreed sod the circle and lets get the flock off this mountain.
Down and down we went to Thunderdick and Bedsidemanners lovely home to enjoy warmth, tea and Asdas entire stock of hot cross buns. Twas a very pretty run, the views from the tops were outstanding, well done hares, a really good hash.
Write up by Baldbrick
27th March 2008 at 9:53am