A new area to hash round - how exciting we thought as we drove towards Winster..... and we were not disappointed. The Septics (in de-mob happy holiday mode) had laid a fabulous trail earlier that morning accompanied by Feels On Wheels who felt the need to converse with the Septics as she had missed them so much!

A small but perfectly formed hash group (including our own hash stig - do you know who it is yet?) had gathered in the On Inn car park, which later filled with lots of 4 x 4s and we began to think we had the smallest car ever.. but no, we think that award goes to Master Baker!

Off we set (not believing for an instant the Septics claims of a short r*n) and we soon left the tarmac behind as we crossed hill and dale. We are sure the Septics found the shiggiest trail ever as we were all soon slipping and sliding. A few hash crashes later and a short Wimp/Rambo split we stopped for a beer stop. We still can't believe the Septics claim that this is half way round but hey... we enjoyed the cooking chocolate laid on by Morticia!

More hill and dale followed with fantastic View Points, a quick rest on a convenient bench and on back towards the On-Inn. Another W/R split and an extra bit of tarmac brought us back to the On-Inn. Not quite the shortish r*n they have ever set but not far off it!

Down Downs went to the Hares; Bitter and Sir Tom Tom for Hash Crashing and to Upper Skirt for accusing Lurch of crashing his car when in fact, the poor car had to be scrapped as it was falling apart. Lurch was informally awarded a DD for having the longest nasal hairs ever (and probably hiding his knackered car in there)!

We retired to the pub to a reserved table (posh eh!) and ate some excellent food... but no chips and gravy served. Yes - I am still counselling Bitter!

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