I was a little confused by the r*n directions for this one because the day before the r*n, the map marker showed the position of the on on as 2km north of Grizedale Bridge, the actual on on.  Our illustrious GM took the matter in hand though, so I don't believe anyone was mis-directed.

Dripper turned up wearing about seven layers of hash gear and was keen to make the point.  The rest of us were likewise pretty well clad and the hares made sure we were pre-fuelled for our efforts by multiple chocolate eggs.

Anyway, the glorious location for the on on had us trembling with excitement (or maybe with the cold) in anticipation of a wonderful excursion.  Even the heavens were moved to tears by our endeavours, ie before very long we were very wetted (horizontally moreover).  This was compounded because the early part of the trail lay across open fell with no shelter.  As we descending to more sheltered environs the rain and hail ceased, almost as if it knew we weren't quite such soft targets by then.  From this point up to the r-w split we would have been forgiven for thinking the weather was almost pleasant, if we ignored our feet which were constantly inches under water most of the time.

Only Antiseptic and I braved the r split, the hares having warned the pack not to attempt it unless r*nning.  But the weather bucked up and brightened and we found this to be the most pleasant part of the trail.  We caught up with the pack at the beer stop and a good time was had by all in pleasant sunshine, no less.

Not long after, we were beset by more disagreeable weather and on the climb back up to the on in, rain turned to hail.  Darth Vader wet herself when thunder cracked nearby and we were all pretty glad to get back to our vehicles, though pretty pleased to have survived a challenging seven-miler in such conditions.  The GM relinquished circle rights and was the first to flee the scene for the home comforts of the Fleece Inn.

Thank you Twisted and Bitter for setting such an ambitious hash for us all in difficult and unpredictable weather.  After all, were it not for them we would have just slouched around indoors and missed out on a fulfilling dose of trench foot.

PS Was I just being delirious with hypothermia, or did I see Darth Vader doing some front r*nning at several points on the trail?