Uber Rambos had already sinned by doing some extreme pre-lube round the Whinlatter Forest Parkrun and amazingly Lurch and Morticia arrived a whole minute early!

Dickhead was the world’s worst hare! We all know a hasher who forget to bring their tent to a camping weekend, but Dickhead forgot to pack himself!

But he was hare in name only and a fantastic route was enjoyed by all, who says you need flour, chalk - or even a hare!

Bubbles was tempted and submitted to the screens of Keswick and goals in Samara while the rest of us made our way to the home of Mrs Tiggywinkle

“and looked up at the hill behind

Little-town--a hill that goes

up-up--into the clouds as

though it had no top!

And a great way up the hillside

We thought we saw some

white things spread upon the

grass.”

But of course there was no trail to find and follow. The wimps headed straight up Catbells to enjoy the view over Derwentwater and surrounding fells while

The rest of the pack zigged and zagged our way through budding heather, parched moss and dry ferns and up to the summit of Maiden Moor. Who needs a beer stop when you can eat bilberries non stop en route!

Sockless Lurch led the Rambos up the scree slope while the Septics took the more scenic route and met up with Baldbrick and UpperSkirt.

Catbells was calling despite the heat and crowds. It had to be done, and never disappoints.

Reversing our way down and away from Keswick we actually found some flowing water and a few square centimetres of Shiggy before we arrived back at the cafe where beer, ice cream and tea was enjoyed before returning to the campsite and the sunniest bbq we’ve had at a July weekend away - with Down Downs for everyone at some point.

I think that a hash fell walk could well be a new feature of our summer weekends. On on to next year!!