R*n 72 started from Village Hall, Dolphinholme and the On Inn was Fleece Inn, Dolphinholme.
Hash Handle | Hare | Hound | Total |
---|---|---|---|
Lurch - Hare | 10 | 43 | 53 |
The Accused - Hare | 5 | 26 | 31 |
Antiseptic | 5 | 16 | 21 |
Bubbles | 17 | 46 | 63 |
Colon the Shy | 0 | 4 | 4 |
Cyberseptic | 5 | 18 | 23 |
Forever Blowing | 11 | 52 | 63 |
Gossamer | 1 | 12 | 13 |
Greasy Pogo | 0 | 1 | 1 |
Highway | 0 | 2 | 2 |
Off His Trolley | 0 | 5 | 5 |
Slackbladder | 9 | 40 | 49 |
The Duke | 0 | 6 | 6 |
The Judge | 4 | 30 | 34 |
White Noise | 0 | 4 | 4 |
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This was our 2nd visit. We also visited on...
The Fleece Inn dates back to the early eighteenth century as an inn for travellers. Full of original period features such as old oak beams and fireplaces etc.
After turning up early (definitely a first for the Yanks!) at the Fleece car park, we encountered the lurking Lurch, who directed us to another non-pub start from Dolphinholme village hall, where the toilet facilities behind the out-house were simple but effective (first-hand experience). Naturally my enquiry as to who was acting GM for the day was deemed a self-appointment, in addition to my volunteering as scribe as it was the only time I've ever remembered to bring pen and paper. Virgin Martin (brother of Colon) was welcomed, as was second-timer Highway. The hares then announced that there was to be no w-r split and warned us of a false trail mark without an associated check. Thus perplexed we ononed under the expert bugleship of Gossamer, though her choice of rallying anthem (Last Post) didn't bode well for the run.
First check took longer that usual on account of Slackbladder living up to his name by emptying his clog while checking, mistakenly believing this act to be unobserved. A very pleasant though uneventful run enfolded with great views but no difficult climbs. Even the RA had trouble remembering any significant behavioural problems or mishaps to lecture us on afterwards, resorting to quizzing us on the number of moles pinned on the barbed wire at the drinks stop to generate downers. I even imagined for a while I would not get wet feet, though true to form we encountered a couple of wet meadows and becks to cross and I took the opportunity of finding the wettest bits to water my shoes at.
Down-downs for:
A great route in perfect weather, though because there was no split, a little long for the wimps and short for the rambos I thought.
Forever Blowing, The Duke, Harry, Bonny and Greta were also-rans. Sorry if I've forgotten anyone.
Write up by Cyberseptic
31st May 2003 at 5:53am