R*n 374 started from the On Inn - New Inn, Yealand Conyers.
Hash Handle | Hare | Hound | Total |
---|---|---|---|
Sir Tom Tom - Hare | 13 | 70 | 83 |
Antiseptic | 36 | 167 | 203 |
Bitter | 24 | 126 | 150 |
Bubbles | 49 | 214 | 263 |
Cum Yak Yak | 5 | 94 | 99 |
Cyberseptic | 41 | 156 | 197 |
Dormouse | 9 | 74 | 83 |
Feels on Wheels | 20 | 98 | 118 |
Forever Blowing | 37 | 211 | 248 |
Full Fat | 0 | 2 | 2 |
Full Member | 8 | 56 | 64 |
Gold Top | 0 | 2 | 2 |
Hash Drunk | 18 | 99 | 117 |
Highway | 12 | 141 | 153 |
No More Cum | 20 | 129 | 149 |
Off His Trolley | 15 | 122 | 137 |
Pick Me Up | 18 | 95 | 113 |
Speedbump | 9 | 66 | 75 |
Spunky | 0 | 6 | 6 |
Tooth Fairy | 12 | 43 | 55 |
Turkish Delight | 0 | 5 | 5 |
Twisted | 24 | 134 | 158 |
Upperskirt | 19 | 242 | 261 |
White Noise | 13 | 111 | 124 |
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This was our 5th visit. We also visited on...
Our hare billed the run as the Lunar Perigee Run. I never saw if the moon was any closer than usual - it was daylight. It did smell more cheesy than usual. Has Wallace been travelling again looking for a Grand Day Out? The trail took us up through Deepdale Wood and down to a beer stop. There were lots of checks in the wood and a bit of shiggy on the rambos trail after the beer stop. The “in” trail was the same as the “out” trail and had been meticulously remarked by the hare. We had uber-rambo, rambo, wimp and uber-wimp splits. I’m not sure where the uber-h*hsers were though.
Twisted complained that a whole pound of flour was used in one blob, but we came to a turn on the Rambos trail and despite 9 chalk arrows and one blob of flour , Speedbump, Twisted and Full Member ran straight past the turn. It goes to show that a trial can never be too well marked.
Off His Trolley was sporting a beard. I wondered if it was a salty old sea dog, but a more likely thespian explanation emerged that he was appearing in the Pirates of Penzance.
Twisted had to get off with Bitter before the down downs.
Down downs for:
There were many comments about the underutilisation of flour on the trail. At one point there were fully two inches between blobs of flour. One could have got lost in the intervening inch, some misguided h*shers seemed to imply! The RA, White Noise saw six blobs of flour, and thought she was not on! It goes to show that a trail can never be too well marked.
Write up by Dormouse
22nd May 2011 at 4:52am