As dawn broke on the Sunday morning, the rain was lashing down onto our tents and Bubbles and Forever Blowing bravely departed to set the mornings hash.

For the rest of us we could only wonder why on earth we were putting ourselves through it all as we disassembled our tents in the pouring rain before finding shelter in nearby Bernies for breakfast (although if I'm not mistaken I'm sure Lurch managed a soggy cup of tea back at tent base - fair play).  After breakfast Pick Me Up announced she was a casualty from the Full Moon Hash and would therefore not be running.  That left seven of us who could not come up with excuses good enough, ,so we had to run!  Once assembled at the Marton Arms however, the arrival of VD and Gonorrhoea brightened up the troops somewhat.

We set off across many damp, muddy fields in search of the trail.  However, the rain kept coming  and the hashers spirits were drowned. At one point the rain was so cold I lost all feeling in one side of my face - but that's another story. As Lurch put it,  he was so wet that his tee shirt now felt like a ruck sack on his back.

Bubbles regularly popped up on route to check that we were still on the right trail ( and still alive).  His attempts to boost our motivation were scuppered however as he exclaimed "Come on keep going I'll make hashers out of you yet" in military style.  I began to wonder what exactly we were in training for.

Farm after farm, field after field, style after lethal style the rain kept coming until we managed to squelch our way  to the much needed refreshment stop where believe it or not the rain actually stopped.  The hares expressed obvious delight not so much in our determination to carry on but at the sheer sorry state of us.

We were joined by another member of the Adams family as we set off for what was promised to be a short second leg.  The highlight of this was when Gonorrhoea or VD ( I can never tell the difference between those two!) caught his coat on one of the styles and temporarily became suspended, much to the amusement of those behind. No damage was reported though and everybody sped off over the last field.

Having climbed over the final style we saw with relief that the cars were waiting for us and The Judge, The Accused, Morticia and Cousin It promptly jumped in opting for the Wimps route back to the pub, whilst GM, VD, Gonorrhoea, Lurch, Anti Septic and Cyberseptic decided that they had not taken enough punishment and set off across another field on the Rambo's leg.

They were next seen some twenty minutes later when Morticia who had volunteered to be stand in On sec called the circle back at the pub.  Down Downs were awarded to the hares for being hares, to Pick me up for neglecting her duties in the knitting circle, to Lurch and to VD and Gonorrhoea.

On the whole a well marked trail, the knitting circle missed the opportunity to comment on some lovely gardens.  It would have been a very pleasant run had we not been hung over and drenched.

Quotes of the day  
GM - "I had to turn over because I was lying on something hard"
GM - "I wet my sleeping bag"