Despite being experienced hashers with the ability to sniff a trail out in extremely challenging locations, several of us were unable to locate the car park to the Silverdale Hotel. Fortunately we were rescued by Sir Tom Tom and were pointed in the right direction of the car park where we found several more of our merry band eager to get started. The hares only just arrived back near on 11.00am with tales of woe and we were then subjected to further delays via Lurch's (very) protracted account of the forthcoming trail (earning a very appropriate down down from our illustrious RA at the end of the hash). FB did enquire if we were booked in for supper or even B&B as we seemed to be in the start circle forever! 

Eventually we set off with Lurch live haring in order to correct the section of trail laid by Morticia who probably went wrong following very poor directional advice from Lurch given earlier in the morning! I will not have a bad word said about Morticia as the home made brownies offered at the beer stop were outstanding! 

And what a great hash it was - 3 Rambo/Wimps splits, great weather, fabulous conditions underfoot, twisty-turns uppy/downy paths all off road, amazing views, a hash halt where we omitted to wait for Hippy Hunter to arrive so we next saw him back at the circle along with his virgin friend (as in not hashed before)! Plus a great beer stop and I had a really good natter with our other virgin - Mark who lives in Storth and seems keen to join us again. All agreed that despite the obscure starting guidance given by Lurch, it was a fab r*n. Only black mark on a great hash was the hash crash by ToothFairy. I did not see what happened but noticed all body parts were in working order at the On Inn.

Back in the squarcle, several down downs were metered out by Bubbles (all of which were very well deserved I seem to recall) and we also named the other half of Group Sax - her new hash handle being "safe sax" (which was a definite improvement on the very rude alternative offered by Bubbles). A good number retired to the On Inn and I climbed onto my trusty steed (no, not Bitter) and rode the 30 mile back home. Note to self - don't try that one again after trying to keep up the fast pace alongside our visitor Mark. I am now home but unlikely to walk normally for the next few days! On On to the next hash at Glasson Dock. 

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