Firstly a big welcome to our guests Beavis, Butthead and Cums-in-Handy, ably looked after by Pick Me Up.

Secondly, we now know how the hares spent their Christmas and New Year break! While we all did the fun thing, seeing relatives, opening presents, eating, drinking etc. the hares were searching out all the backways, ginnels and byeways round the back of Morecambe and Bare and plotting a route to lead us round - definitely one to remember the start of 2003.

Thirdly, the hares introduced the run as a wimps/rambos split near the beginning - yea right! the rambos split was without checks - ok that was correct - flat - well, except for the hill! BUT the run was good.

Fourthly, the hares were heard to say that their house-warming will be on the next hash run they set!

Can't count higher than four so on with the trash.....

Leaving the Kingsway car park we came across the first problem when Edward the Confessor failed to spot the markings for the correct route over the bridge so off we all trailed along the false one but it all became clear and we ran over the Millennium bridge and across to Ryelands Park and out onto Torrisholme Road.  It didn't take long for the back markers Atomic Caton, Cum Yak Yak and Cyber Septic to get completely lost, but CYY's emergency call on the mobile to No More Cum recovered the situ.  Once through the housing estate we found some shiggy - scribe managed to keep dry feet! - along a path through some trees that many of us did not know were there.  This led us to the wimps/rambos split were the GM was considerate! and stayed to make sure everyone noticed the almost invisible markings. (who deserves the down-down - scribe for sucking up, or GM for being out of character?)

Rambos had a good long stretch along a track (where Bubbles endeavoured to wake the peaceful slumbering of a Sunday morning - this was after practising blowing his horn under the bridge) eventually ending by the canal.  Here there was a debate as to which direction the hares would take us in.  Most favoured the right turn leading to the aqueduct and back to the pub in a relatively short and relaxed time.  Bubbles fancied the direct route across the ice, but no! the hares led us left.  Somewhere along the way the scribe understands the Rambo lads had a laddish time with Slackbladder, being up-ended in the mud by Fugitive Nipple - but then, lads will be lads. After a while and with Kendal nearly in sight we turned left and travelled back towards Morecambe golf club, eventually emerging into a housing estate.  Bit scary this, the road names were reminiscent of the same roads in Brookhouse - where were we? had we run all the way there? But no we were in the relative civilisation of Bare.  By now the scribe was occasionally hearing a distant "on on" and was very impressed with the quality of the marking which made the route easy to follow by self!  With the odd glimpse of another hasher the scribe followed the route up a hill!  Meanwhile the Wimps, according to Cyberseptic were led astray by the Accused and missed this bit out, as (he said) the Rambos were already ahead.  Slightly confusing this as CS was caught by some of the Rambos half a mile later.

From the top of the hill it was all downhill!  No time for a drive-in Mac, but the Septics managed a romantic reunion bringing up the rear.  On to the cycle path, over the railway bridge and on-inn to the Three Mariners.

Down downs for various misdemeanours including being blind (guess who!), going the wrong way, having the wrong genes so your legs are the wrong length, downing one's flies (flashing) while chasing after Forever Blowing, etc.  The GM's phone rang in the circle again!! this time instigated by Forever Blowing who, because she was too ill to run wanted to join in the fun!  Hope you are better soon.

A good day out!