Leaden skies on a warm summer morning. 9 people (and 2 dogs) showed up for what turned out to be one of the muddiest runs all year, but very enjoyable!

An easy jog (or walk for some of us) to start, up the small hill to the side of the Punch Bowl pub in Low Bentham.  A trail of flour carries up on the hill, but we are directed down to the right and through the overgrown woods by Bentham Grammar School.

A short run through the woods brings us out onto a field and the first of the many bogs!

Cunningly placed flour directs us across several fields, and more bogs, until we finally reach a stile, with a small white sign, warning the foolhardy not to enter: "Bull". Well, anyone that does this, must be fools... so it's ON ON!

Around the corner, guess what... another bog, which consumes our legs.
Onto Old Moor Road and heading off to Wennington and the first wimps Rambos split, wimps heading off towards Botton, Rambos towards Wennington.
After some 100yrds the Rambos split off across the fields, only to come across the wimps sitting on their asses sipping refreshments! Ah well!

10 minutes elapse, and some of the sharper hashers realise that we are 2 missing! Another 5 minutes pass, and serenaded by farm dogs, Hash Drunk & No More cum return to the flock.

After the beer stop, the hashers continue down the road, and are directed through a gate. One unfortunate hasher attempts a vault, but (alas) fails and flops headfirst into the mud on the other side... to much applause and jeers from the onlookers.

Across the field to the top of a steep track winding through picturesque woodlands, broken with the cry of Bubbles falling onto the unyielding stones.  On over a small brook and up the other side of the small valley and through a small settlement of houses that, unknown to Slackbladder, existed.

ON ON down the road and arriving at a T-junction, and the second wimp Rambo split of the day, the arms of the signpost tempt the weaker to take the easy route. But the brave Rambos toil on, and arrive at the next junction along, a fraction of a minute behind the wimps.  It was an easy return to he pub, apart from two of the hardworking Rambos who sprint the last ¾ of a mile home.

A very good run.