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R*n 654 location

R*n 654 started from the On Inn - Royal Oak, Lindale.

Who ran 654? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Dormouse - Hare22178200
Speedbump - Hare22163185
Baldbrick38408446
Bitter47214261
Darth Vader27072
Highway27280307
Lurch60322382
Madge1685101
Morticia60328388
Sir Tom Tom46250296
Smartie12223
Syd148498
Twisted47229276
Upperskirt35473508

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On Inn - Royal Oak, Lindale

This was our 2nd visit. We also visited on...

www.royaloaklindale.robinsonsbrewery.com

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Sunday 25th February 2018 at 11:00am

DaytimeR*n 654 »

Lindale

Lindale. Sunshine. Bliss.

A select gathering of hashers parked up at the Royal Oak high up the village.

Only 300 yards in and we’re lost. A retrospective look at Twisted’s satnav shows a fan-shaped tracery of checking, but is is Morticia who puts us right, front-running up an unlikely urban street.

A lung-bursting hill takes us into the country-side. It’s a bit slippery but nothing like the mud of recent weekends. We weave through a mosaic of trees and limestone-walled pastures up to the hamlet of Hampsfield.

We plunge down a woodland trail to reach war and peace written in flour. Trouble is someone’s kicked through it. It’s a back check with thorough instructions albeit wrong instructions. The hares cannot count, so we still go the wrong way in Mereleywood when our route should be Bishop’s Allotment.

Up and down we go repeatedly. We lose count of the ascents and the Hares are clearly determined we should get exercise (yes its a split infinitive Tom Tom). Higher up and the Beast from Siberia is making itself felt: something feels as though it is biting my head off.

The tide is well out revealing the grandeur of Morecambe bay softly lit through an atmospheric haze.

Rambos and Wimps split for a while and allegedly the beer stop is hidden in a thicket three minutes from the convergence. Ha, at least 10 minutes plus injury time retrieving the rucsack from the defensive thorns.

Five bags of flour used? Where? Another long search and we’re on the return leg on the opposite side of Hamps Fell getting a totally different view towards the Lakeland Hills generally and Coniston Fells in particular. Despite the generally good conditions, there were at least 3 crashers.

Absolutely top notch location, weather and route.

On-On

Lurch.

Lurch

Write up by Lurch

5th March 2018 at 7:56pm


  1. Sir Tom Tom
    Sir Tom Tom Not good to always split infinitives.....
    6th March 2018 at 11:32am
  2. Sir Tom Tom
    Sir Tom Tom ..... but on this occasion you haven't!
    8th March 2018 at 4:18pm
  3. Sir Tom Tom
    Sir Tom Tom ..... in fact, there's not a single infinitive in the whole piece!!
    8th March 2018 at 4:20pm
  4. Forever Blowing
    Forever Blowing Yes - I had to carefully check the whole piece too!
    12th March 2018 at 2:11pm
  5. Lurch
    Lurch Ahh. Sorry. But I'm curious to know who held the gun at Forever Blowing's head to enforce the careful check!
    12th March 2018 at 8:42pm