Thankfully, I missed Sir Tom Tom’s previous modular run and he assured us that this one was much shorter and included 2 beer stops! However, having not got to the first beer stop by 12.45 we began to wonder!

The well marked trail had so many arrows, one could be forgiven for thinking that we were deep into Indian territory and we were certain that we weren’t lost although we began to think that Sir Tom Tom and the beer were.

Anyway, after hashing over hill and dale and many crossings of the railway, the knitting circle met up with those who had dutifully acted on the fishhook and soon after, Sir Tom Tom was spied at the foot of the hill welcoming us to the beer stop.

Having heard STT say that he was going to cut out the last bit of the run I set off with a slightly lighter heart and soon found the wimp/rambo split which thankfully sent the wimps downhill back towards the On Inn.

Mind you we weren’t finished yet! The bottom of the hill saw wimps and rambos meeting up and trying to find the trail. Being unsuccessful, most decided that enough was enough and lunch was more important. Actually, there wasn’t a trail at this point. STT had been delayed taking a hash injury back to the car park and had underestimated the speed of the main pack.

Anyway, we all eventually got back to form the circle and down downs were given to Amy, the hash virgin, Major Tw*t for blisters and Masterbaker for being himself before we adjourned to The Black Bull for the biggest Sunday lunch some people had ever seen.