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R*n 455 location

R*n 455 started from the On Inn - Brown Horse, Winster.

Who ran 455? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Cyberseptic - Hare54207261
Septic Canary - Hare21315
Antiseptic44222266
Baldbrick24257281
Bitter33149182
Bubbles55242297
Comes To Order044
EeeeeColi01111
Forever Blowing43238281
G-String (Visitor)011
Highway16177193
Lurch45236281
Morticia44236280
Off His Trolley18166184
Scouse Count02323
Sir Tom Tom22129151
Twisted32160192
Upperskirt24310334
Virgin: Dave011
Weekender (Visitor)011
White Noise16149165

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Sunday 10th March 2013 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 455 »

Winster - Mothers' Day R*n

Mother’s Day hash was, as expected, awash with proud Mum’s and yawning youths along with the usual suspects. Members of the initial circle looked disappointingly at what they first thought was a menu only to realise it was a song sheet. Dulcet tones rang out of the pub car park as Forever Blowing did her best efforts to create a round of a tune now blotted from my memory.

A great trail then followed with an uber wimps split (though to be fair to Freddy he does have rather short legs) and 2 Wimp/Rambo splits. Regulars, visitors and virgins alike followed a lovely trail through field and country lane. Twisted and Comes To Order assure me the Rambo split was a good one, I’ll take their word for it. Wimp splits were well marked, stable under foot, not too shiggy and the falling snow added to a lovely run (and when I say run I mean jog…….well jog/walk).

The beer stop came just in time as I was beginning to give up hope. The Rambo’s sniffed the Thornton’s goodies and picked up speed as Antiseptic wrestled any spares from Forever Blowing. Contrary to reputation The Adam’s family had arrived late! Lurch had managed to sniff out the pack by this point but even the lure of delicious chocolate and caramel squares didn’t quite bring Morticia back into the fold.

The second half of the run was pleasantly the short half, just as I like them to be. Following a raucous out of car window belch from Antiseptic we plodded up to the view point, now renamed the pooh point. For if Septic Canary had taken a moment to look down rather than gazing at the delightful far off hills she may have noticed the dead sheep decomposing in the peripheral vision.

Back to the Brown Horse where RA Baldbrick dished out the dirt and down downs were consumed by many. There was the christening of Comes To Order as we all enjoyed stolen, retrieved and dusted for finger prints beers. Thanks Baldbrick for taking such an active role in taking care of hash beer.

On On. Scouse Count.

Scouse Count

Write up by Scouse Count

23rd March 2013 at 10:46am