Crafty began by handing out headbands which were re-invented into armbands, garter belts and a rather nifty boyscout scarf by Beaverchops.

The off started with its usual amount of confusion with Husker waiting at a church somewhere (as that’s where the voices told her she should start from). Countryside was great; markings were interesting\original\illegal (delete as appropriate): the runners having the most problems, Quicksand only returning by backtracking to the beginning; Lapdancer saving Beaverchops from disappearing in the wrong direction. Only that FRB Comes Quickly didn’t have any problems but he was to get his cumuppance later.

When all were back, scoffing of snacks and thirst quenching began immediately. Our hero of 2 weeks ago, Quicksand, turned villain by pushing the Hash Flash Wandering Tulips into the pool, electricals and all. (see run photos or lack of; for details).

A circle was called amongst raining footballs which enabled us to see our Dominatrix in action protecting her plants against exuberant anklebiters. She was called in to the centre with Dr Who and scored well for the course but not so well for markings (7kgs of flour, my arse).

Our virgins were Mark, John, Madeline and Ester who knocked back their DD’s with ease as they’re mainly Aussies. Beaverchops was pulled in for being a late returner. Taupeless the Snitch, did the rounds and grabbed a handful of shortcutters, though I’m sure there were more (you know who you are!!).

Our Dutchmen were DDed for the outrageous crime of recruiting local French boys to cycle ahead to check out markings and of course the swimming poll incident. Quick Shove and Whistling Two Lips joined them for being daft enough to be married to them.

Some hasher whose name begins with an M got nabbed for speaking out, and ended up with haring duties for an additional hash...er…soon.

Husker, Dominatrix and Quicksand got hit again, Lord knows why.

Comes Quickly was next up for being a FRB.

I eventually rounded things off and got revenge on the whingers of the last hash by doing all 3 verses of the hymn, last one double time.

Then it was FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD!

The last noteworthy event of the afternoon (that’s a lie, there’s more) was when Comes Quickly let it slip that it was his birthday then took the initiative by chucking himself in the pool.

3 cheers for Dr Who and his Dominatrix for a good day, a good feed and a mild case of sun burn.

On On

Scrubber