Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a hash r*n. It is so long ago that I only know the venue was Brookhouse and who the hares were because I read the heading above. There may have been a trail along an old railway line or by the River Lune. An ale may have been quaffed. I am afraid I do not recall. Maybe hashers lived happily ever after - most of the time. So endeth this stunningly informative write-up.