R*n 362: Spark Bridge

Hello hashers Balders here scribing run 362, due entirely to my own stupidity. I turned up last even though I set off in good time, a moment of weakness allowed me to be led astray down Upperskirts short-cut through Bouth, after more than a quarter of a century of knowing this directionally dysfunctional young woman I need my arse kicking for taking any of her directions.

To the hash, a strange beginning, no rain, could this really be a hash set by Dormouse and Speedbump, well it was and after instructions from said hares, which were slightly worrying because they said they had run out of time so there was no rambo split, whereupon,we all panicked, knowing these two lunatics, we all feared about the length of the wimp split. Off we went up and up though a great deal of squidgyness, lots of moorland and dead bracken, with a big hill in sight, we meandered toward it and then away from it but always going around it, I and others always suspected we were going up it and we were right, we got to the point where we were supposed to go to a back check only to here Bubbles shouting ON ON from the top of said hill. I forgot to mention that Bubbles had disappeared off the radar at an earlier point and using his vast hashing knowledge had just legged it straight up the hill that we had spent miles and a great deal of time spiralling to the top. Down from the top we came through some bloody awful brambles to one of DM and SB's now famous hidden beerstops and very welcome it was, a tent and a calor gas heater would have made it better but you can't have everything can you.

Downhill now past a very smelly and shitty farm back to civilisation and the on inn, we held the quickest circle ever and on into the pub. Beer and food were excellent, really good hash, thanks to the two lunatics from Galveston.

Signing off, my beds calling, yer auld mate Baldbrick.

xxx