R*n 371: Slyne

There is a young woman called Feels,
who travels around on 2 wheels
It's great she comes Hashing
Cos her knockers are smashing
And folks aches and pains she heals.
Bum Bum.

Everyone seems to be trying their hand at poetry lately,I just thought I'd be a bit trying. Well to run 371 from Syne Lodge. It was very dark but not raining, although very wet underfoot, plenty of shiggy. We spent a lot of time seemingly in the middle of nowhere, lots of unidentifiable countryside, lots of gates, styles and aforementioned shiggy. Feels really should consider resetting some of her night runs in the daylight, I'm sure we're missing out on some lovely scenery.

The trail was well marked and easy to follow with all the usual markings plus quite a few long lines of flour in wheel ruts and places like that, so no one got lost apart from Morticia, at one point in the run we went back through the pub car park that we started in and in a moment of gormlessness, Morticia went off trail by following the white painted car park markings instead of flour, DURM, I mean, come on Morticia, whoever saw flour laid three inches wide. I've always thought Morticia was special, seems I was right.

I don't remember many details about the circle, did we actually have one, they do seem to be going out of fashion recently, we are becoming a slack hash, I blame GIRL power on the mismanagement team myself.

The On Inn was excellent, good beer, good food and we managed to keep Dormouse and Speedbump in until they had paid. I'm sure the leg iron marks will soon fade.

Nice One Feels or should I say pair.

Yer old mate Baldbrick.

On On.