R*n 293 started from the On Inn - Black Bull, Brookhouse.
Hash Handle | Hare | Hound | Total |
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Off His Trolley - Hare | 11 | 88 | 99 |
Sir Tom Tom - Hare | 1 | 6 | 7 |
White Noise - Hare | 9 | 80 | 89 |
Dickhead | 1 | 47 | 48 |
Dormouse | 6 | 40 | 46 |
Master Baker | 10 | 87 | 97 |
Speedbump | 6 | 34 | 40 |
Upperskirt | 16 | 169 | 185 |
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This was our 19th visit. We also visited on...
A long, long time ago there was a trail in the Lune Valley. It was so long ago that there strange things like two brickworks and a railway through the valley. Such modern technology! It was so long ago, it was before any of you were born. In fact it was before I was born too. Which is strange, as I am doing a write up about it. Unable to take full advantage of whatever time travel allowed us to attend at all, Speedbump and I arrived late.
It was hard to be late, as it was still several decades before we were to be glints in the eyes of our parents. We r*n round in the dark and caught up the rest of the very modestly proportioned pack. Then Speedbump and I picked up an old H*sh trail and followed it, unlike the rest of the pack, who were much more sensible and stuck with the trail, and headed towards the pub. Fortunately for us two H*shers, Upperskirt and Masterbaker had thought fit to equip themselves with flashing electric illuminations, which is strange as it was about a couple of generations before Joseph Swan thought of the electric light bulb, never mind the pulsing light emitting diode. So we followed them across a field and found the Black Bull.
Write up by Dormouse
9th January 2011 at 4:20pm