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R*n 395 location

R*n 395 started from the On Inn - Derby Arms, Witherslack.

Who ran 395? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Full Fat - Hare167
Gold Top - Hare167
Antiseptic39182221
Bedside Manner115465
Bubbles49219268
Cyberseptic44171215
Dormouse108494
Full Member96271
Highway14150164
Huggy (Visitor)011
Lurch43213256
Major Twit14133147
Minor Twat15116131
Morticia38202240
No More Cum21136157
Sax Maniac11213
Sir Tom Tom1684100
Speedbump107484
Wednesday598103

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On Inn - Derby Arms, Witherslack

Image of Derby Arms, Witherslack

This was our 5th visit. We also visited on...

Beers served from Hawkshead Brewery, Coniston Brewery, Dent Brewery and Thwaites.

www.ainscoughs.co.uk/the-derby-arms/the-derby-arms-home.html

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Sunday 25th September 2011 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 395 »

Witherslack

Eleven a.m., and the car park of the Derby Arms was satisfyingly full for the inaugural haring of Full Fat & Gold Top. Evidently my threat to put non-attenders on the calendar for three consecutive January r*ns had paid dividends. Lurch & Morticia were unavoidably early, having agreed to bring the Septics, so it was down to the junior member of the Addams Family, Wednesday, to maintain the family tradition of tardiness.

No splits, we were told, and while Minor Twot blubbed uncontrollably at the prospect of not being able to show off his finely-honed wimping skills, I wept tears of joy on seeing, for a change, some decently-proportioned heaps of flour. LVH3 rules state quite clearly that, and I quote, "the trail shall be marked by a series of equidistant piles of flour in the form of cones, each having a base radius of 3", a height of 4", sides measuring 5" from base circumference to apex; the volume shall be 37.7 cu.in. and the surface area 75.4 sq.in". How often in the past have we seen this rule abused? Not today, thankfully, as the hares decided to follow my advice and double up on their purchase of flour.

Not quite sure about the logic of dumping flour ten feet from a check, and indeed at one check the next TWO blobs were visible, but no matter; the trail was well chosen, being varied and, at less than 8 miles long, just a nice length for a Sunday r*n. The sight of No More Cum being slowly strangled to death after Allithwaite had obviously impressed upon the hares the necessity to avoid over-long r*ns.

The circle beckoned and, after the usual sadistic bullying of the innocent by Deputy RA Bubbles, we came to the highlight of the day: the presentation of a 100 R*n tankard to that fine fellow Sir Tom Tom. Made of solid silver, this drinking vessel was so much more impressive than the cheap pewter jobbies normally issued to the hoi polloi.

There then followed the usual post-hash troughing session in the pub, and again it was nice to see how seriously the hares had taken their duties: we had a room to ourselves and food orders taken at the table! The mood of conviviality and general merriment was broken only by Cyber's snoring.

The day ended with the long-established LVH3 tradition of doing a flit without paying for the food. I absolutely refuse to name and shame anyone, I just think Scottish people should obey the law like the rest of us. One member of this criminal trio is still at large, though, so I urge you all to be vigilant.

Great debut r*n, guys, remind me to insert you in the calendar again VERY soon!

A big hello to our guest r*nner, Huggy of Cockermouth H3. Join us again soon!

Sir Tom Tom

Write up by Sir Tom Tom

26th September 2011 at 9:58am