Me n’ HA we’re a wee bitty short o’ time  settin’ aff. Ah took a wee keek at the r*n blether and thought it started at the On-Inn ( even though it clearly said it didnae) So as we were awfy late startin’ we got lumped wi bein’ scribes….

It wiz a cauld auld day, wi snaw lyin’ a boot and a wee bit slippy underfoot. Yon hares telt us hoo tae shortcut tae catch up maist o’ the Rambos and soon we were wi’ oor freens again.

Being close to Burns night it had been decreed that the day should be a tartan ane. There wiz a fair smatterin’ o’ plaid and kilts and Tam O Shanters. Braw! Special mention tae LP who wiz kitted oot like Rob Roy wi a grand Macleod kilt and cotton sark (/ big gurl’s bloose!)

Anyhoo up the burn we r*n, all the way tae the BS where a fair feast o’ shortbread and tablet awaited us. Thank yoo GL!

Onwards from there we took a trail doon the tramway and through the dark innards o’ the Hoffman kiln o’ the auld Craven lime works . Crivens! We blundered aboot thegither awhile in the dark afore re-emergin’ tae a bit o’ a climb endin’ - would ye credit it - inna fushhook! It wiz a fushhook and nae a anchor as HA wid hav it but he iz a Sassenach and whit dae they ken!

It wiz aroond thus time that a a brace of hashers took a wee tumble tae themselves. BB rolled doon the hill like a wee clockwise haggis trying’ tae run clockwise! Rob Roy also climbed a muckle stile and showed aff his bahoochie  tae the lasses. Whit a carry oan!

Circle time back at the car park-  The RA magnanimously let himself and RA aff the hook for bein’ tardy. Doon doons though tae RA fer misreading’ hash info, tae the hash crashers, and tae the FRBs fer nae bawling’ oot their Oan oans tae the satisfaction o’ oor resident Major.That lassie has a Oan oan like a foghorn! We had a wee blether about namin’ Big Dibber’s missus. Ah liked baith suggestions- Diblet and Motorgnome.  Motor gnome was duly christened wi’ oor Chalice o’ Naming by some glaikit sassenach wearing’ a teapot…

It wiz grand all roond! Thanks hares!