The vicinity of the Applestore Cafe was bustling with people and cars jockeying for parking and walking randomly. Inevitably Morticia and I ended up at the wrong car park and arrived at the Hash Circle location just in time to glimpse hash hounds heading off. No surprise that I was nominated as scribe to record the outing for posterity.

Unusually the rambos detached from the wimps at the start of the run and I rated my chances of catching them up as nil so I went the wimps’ way and never saw a rambo until the final circle.

Sunday really was a stunning day. Warm sunshine, blue skies, intensely coloured blue bells and a myriad of spring flowers garlanded the way. The many shades of fresh green foliage to be treasured before making way for the darker summer greens as the year rolls on.

Wimps were slowed by losing trail at the end of Wyresdale lake and then we circled round and joined the top of Grizedale which we descended. The reservoirs here were remarkably devoid of water.

At the late beerstop we saw evidence that rambos existed, the 900 runs birthday cake having mainly vanished and the rambos completely vanished.

Back at the circle various misdemeanours that I’ve largely forgotten were duly punished. A token rambo represented their collective efforts of cake eating; use of recycling facilities for Bedtime Stories; Tom Tom for whining and for purporting to speak as the “royal we” rather than himself (something about perceived failure of rambos to kick out checks.)

Thanks to the hares for a great job.

On on Lurch.