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R*n 688 location

R*n 688 started from Leighton Moss Car Park, and the On Inn was Leighton Moss Visitor Centre, .

Who ran 688? - data up to & including this r*n

Hash HandleHareHoundTotal
Thunder Dick - Hare186886
Lurch63340403
Madge1794111
Sir Tom Tom49274323
Syd1592107
Upperskirt38499537

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On Inn - Leighton Moss Visitor Centre,

This was our 1st visit to this On Inn.

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Sunday 23rd December 2018 at 11:00am

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Leighton Moss

Does he exist? Is he real, or just a figment of childhood fantasy? Yes folks, it's that time of year again. Time to tackle those age-old questions of folklore and superstition which we re-examine at the back end of December every year. Will he pay us a visit regardless of how good we've been? Will bad weather keep him away? Does he only turn out on the promise of a mince pie and a glass of sherry or whisky, or are a mince pie and a cup of tea enough to make him appear?

There had been several (alleged) sightings of this legendary jolly gentleman in the run-up to Christmas. Several people swore that they had spotted him at a social gathering on Moorside Road just two days previously, where he was allegedly masquerading as an elf. He had also been sighted at another address in the village the following day, raising hopes that he would make his usual late-December appearance.

Sadly, I can now confirm that the whole thing is just a myth. Either Baldbrick doesn't exist, or he doesn't turn out in bad weather, or the absence of an alcoholic beverage to accompany his mince pie proved decisive. Such a shame, another illusion shattered!

Anyway, those of us who did turn out on the day witnessed the introduction of a new type of haring: live haring where the hare sets off AFTER the hounds. Fortunately, Lurch realised before the off that his grand plan was fatally flawed, and so switched sides and became a hound, leaving the live-haring duties in the very capable hands of Thunder Dick. We made Lurch r*n on his own as punishment for his folly.

Following the r*n, Lurch drove off in search of Morticia, whereupon Morticia turned up in search of Lurch; for all I know, they are still driving between Silverdale and Caton in search of each other.

A pleasant snack in the Visitor Centre rounded off an enjoyable morning, although Cotside Manner seemed a little disappointed by the absence of a good selection of Real Ales. 

Sir Tom Tom

Write up by Sir Tom Tom

10th January 2019 at 12:22pm