Guilty as charged! For my sins I'm scribe. Memo to self, must remember to find a scribe before run.

A fine mist descended on the pack at arrival. The hounds gathered and were greeted with the hare's instructions, mention of "fairly dry", "not too much shiggy", "it will be like a walk in the park". Ha! (there are no rules in hash, but there is one guarantee, never believe the hare).

Off they set, first check, signs of things to come, nice slippy, steep grassed bank, the path breaking up as each set of feet scrambled up. No fallers at this stage. On across the "dry" fields, to be greeted by massed sheep, all suitably marked for their future births with the yellow blob on the rear.

Past the "poo plant" (any Covid suffers wouldn't have noticed anything strange here). Then onto the "dry" lane, first faller, Darling Buds took a tumble, flattened a nice patch for me to step on, thanks. On to the split, feeling suitably refreshed from trudging through the mud I elected the rambo trail. Meet another nice steep, slippy grassed slope and onto the road ahead. Unfortunately poor old flour was starting to fade, the weather taking its toll. The FRBs by this stage had the scent and were well ahead, the lesser rambos had a bit of trouble confirming their direction, but eventually back on trail and across a number of "dry" fields and eventually arriving at the beer stop, FRBs and wimps having already departed. Thank you to Baldbrick for supplying well stocked buckets, Club biscuits indeed!!

Quick refill and off again. Climbing out of Wray and back into the fields to be greeted at this point by a number of FRBs who had found the fish-hook (some hadn't, obviously had poor eye sight and were suitably punished at the circle). Poor Darling Buds took her second fall, getting matching patches. As a final gesture from the Hares they managed to find the best "dry" field, lucky to keep your runners on if they weren't well fixed! Having eventually found some solid tarmac it was back to the start and a chance to find a few puddles to wash the feet.

Hard Astern and Ready About presented the hash with the official christening chalice and Darling Buds was formally christened. Cotside manner was now classified as a new FRB, given her youth she will be in the front for a long time. Others sinners were called in a suitably punished and then it was on across the road to the Hares' residence for warming soup, mince pies, mulled wins, cake etc.

Thank you to the Hares, excellent virgin trail. 

We decamped to power hose my trainers and remove the "dry" shiggy which I had collected on route

Late Cummer (current GM for his sins).