R*n 730: Giggleswick

Well, well, well. WOTJ (yours truly) has dutifully (cough cough) volunteered to write up his second ever hash with the wonderful people of Lune Valley HHH. And what an eventful hash it was...

Oh I wish I could say that the weather was sunny and dry... But lets get real, this was a down and dirty hash: rain and wind the name of the game. Fortunately, this didn't stave off our guests arriving from Manchester and Qatar for the day.

Starting off strong, we nearly lost half our herd to the marshes coming up to the river. Little did we know, that we would end up facing off a great herd of bulls. It was at this fortunate fish-hook that the Horn Appreciation society was born and the newly appointed members dutifully waited for their fellow-hashers.

Cracking on quickly after a brief beer stop, hills were climbed, hamlets invaded, and some hashing was done...

On what should have been a straightforward hash, the ultimate Rambo was born. Our fellow hasher: Dormouse, chewing up turf from the rear, fancied (or so he says) a second go at the set trail. However, he failed to let any of his fellow hashers know, and only after getting half-way round again, did he shake his head and walk back to the pub (before being picked up enroute). Those that went to the pub did what all worried hashers do: sink a few drinks and crack on with some pub grub (apart from of course the hares and Speedbump who were worried sick).

Thank you all for coming and see you all in a few weeks! ON ON