Well, my gabber was never so flasted.  Well done mismanagement for reassigning the r*n to the best weather day we've had for some time and by the forecast probably for some time to cum.  So Antiseptic and I decided that, as wet and cold down below was the theme of the day and as high tide at Morecambe was 1:00, we would turn up at the on on via a swimble in the sea on the prom.  Just the job for preparing the muscles for the gargantuan task ahead.

Met Fiddler at 1:45 with a mind to jog the wimp trail, so wimping out of some of the worst shiggy that was promised.  This was as futile as it sounds, as shiggy was immediately encountered and continued to be so.  After 10 minutes of paralleling the A6 we encountered Tight Arse cuming the other way having started as a rambo, so then there were four.

Over the A6 and into an even wetter field with horses grazing, for which there seemed no way out after squelching an extra half a mile around it.  Then at last Anti spotted an arrow pointing the way to a stile exit.  However, it got better.  We ambled gloriously on into the woods, through lovely glades with glimpses of sunny views until, cuming across a second r-w split and spurred on by the glorious environs we decided to switch to rambos.

The trail took us to Leighton Hall where we started to wonder when the proper rambo group who had set off just after us would overtake.  Anyway, up the steep grass slope from the hall, through the wood at the top of the hill and back down into more idyllic trail, as before and thinking how lucky we were to be hashers today.

On dropping down into Yealand we missed an arrow and went a quarter mile in the wrong direction along the road.  Then on returning and finding the correct trail we then went wrong again by following an arrow left without crossing an obligatory ladder style, at which point we spotted aforementioned rambos well ahead of us.  Serves us right for being blind b******ds and sheep imitators.  Back across the A6 and on in where we socially distanced with those rambos before disrobing of our wet gear and departing circle-less.

Thank you the hare trio for a magnificent afternoon of hashing.  See you zoom soon!