Twas brillig and the slithy toves, to Dalton square we houndies droves.  Ok, that's enough of the rubbish poetry.  Anyway, Bubbles, Twat, Anti and I arrived ridiculously early for this momentous beerfest hash, all the better to down more beers.  The hares had promised a dry shorty to slake our thirst sooner and we fully expected it.  Sadly this was not entirely the case and the steady climb through the streets to our eventual pinnacle and regroup in Williamson's Park was not for the faint-hearted.  Still, it was all downhill from there, nearly, and a final sprint along the canal swept us straight into the Ashton Hall and beer, without even a second thought for a circle or indeed any grub.  It was liquid supper all round.  Cheers!